Unfortunately, I had unpleasant difficulty with this new email feed situation, so I have cancelled it. I just don't want to deal with any of it really, so a small circle of folks that might gather here is fine. If you receive a bunch of junk from my service just delete it. If you have subscribed to the email updates for the new service in the last few days, please unsubscribe. That's probably the best. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Major technology issues have surfaced here. I am tired really and that's enough for a while. I will take some time off. Write a few letters. Finish a big cloth.
Throughout this project, the Magic Feather project, I keep reminding myself what an honor it is to hold the wishes of others. What a difficult thing it is to be a parent (or even a good friend) then. How frightening it is when you are unable to protect someone from the awful moments when the simple path to becoming is lost. How many forms that takes, the holding. How the many forms of holding might simply evolve from that caring. How even letting go is a form of holding. How everything you do is meant to be that. Holding. How you wish that to be True. Possible .Acknowledged.
I will add some pockets to this cloth I call HOME. So some of the feathers might remain free. But have a place to come back to and hide. Or at least be alone for a while. To consider holding. Being held.
March. March is that kind of month when you just don't know. It's a bit of this and that. It's a perfect month to wallow in just that. To think about change and plans and what comes next and not really commit to any of it. To sense it but not really know what. To just wait and see. But still there is expectation. Because so many March's have gone before. And you know.
I kind of UnDid my posts by email subscription thingy. I set up something new and it crashed. I'll try something else one of the days.For now, just stop by
March will bring other changes, hopefully, first off, a change of season, UnDoing this one room we are heating. Then some things will become more, some less. But for sure, I will just about finish this large cloth I call HOME.