it will be ok

I am writing this post to help me see

what am I doing?

I don't know

I've been home a week.

I was in Ottawa with family.

I've been working on this green piece solidly since.

I keep simplifying.  There was more red, but I've removed it.

I've only left the heart.

I've run out of fabric, but I keep going. 

I scrounge yellows and creams to stretch the green.

This green nourishes me so much.  The happiness of it.  

The earthiness of it.  The hope in it

I'm also helped by the motion of my hands.

In and out the needle goes.  In and out my breath.

I had the idea that I was nearly done.

But I'm not.

more softness

I feel awe every day
when I look out at the sun glittering on the water
and every night when the moon does the same thing.

I live in a lonely beauty.
Manitou means God.  Manitoulin Island is Spirit Island,

and this spiritual place is embedded in my stitched art.

This work also is based on the ideas of destruction and reparation

and more softness.
honesty.

More humility.

Life changes in an ordinary instant.
We bleed.

My work is done in a rush of slow.

It gives me self-healing.
I hope that it communicates something to the inner inner of my viewers.

This piece arrived for me without too much thinking,
in a rush,
It came out of an almost erotic inner dreamworld
very sensuous and intuitive,

and then my hands touched and touched it.

I stitched and stitched
through the spring
throughout the summer
and now it is September

and all the while i knew it was art and yet it was also something else.
A healing cloth.
I felt myself becoming whole.

inner symbols
cosmic
circle-heart
almost a mandala

My work holds the whirl of each day
the rush of time
the emotions of life

I'm just doing the best I can.

New and old connected

I've been working on a new baby quilt. 

I chose a traditional log cabin in calm colours. 

Six blocks wide, six blocks high, the finished size will be about 36 inches square. (shown in progress)

Each six inch block takes about an hour to hand piece.  I've been stitching it in the car during trips to Toronto.   I've also been sewing this quilt while I visit Dad in Little Current.

Yesterday he asked me what my last name was.  He couldn't remember my sister's married name either.