Not Just Going, but Going with Care. I face and fully accept the interruptions required from what I want, to address what I need. I said this to myself this morning. Woke up a bit more achy to the morning's heavy humidity and stale air. It is clearly too hot for the sea today. I will move, but slowly. Want what I need.
This is a small shibori effort on old cloth from last week. A little crossroads component I want to develop further for my patchwork. It is stitched resist, that is, some sewing is done and pulled tightly and the thread keeps the dye applied from penetrating the cloth here and there. I love the little loose, stray thread that found its way here. I can relate. I like how this pattern idea seems to have a space at the center (here off center) and the paths seem to vibrate outward. I will make myself smaller now and rest right there in that space. Rest is like holding space. Or being held by space. Rest then. Let my thoughts grow.
While I heal and rest, the deer are having a garden party. When they finish off what I planted there will be plenty of weeds for dessert. Maybe I will become a Deer Whisperer for a while.
I will take the weekend off from blogging. Maybe a few photos over at Instagram, less sitting,hunched over the screen. I have pushed the opening of my wee shop back to August 1. Turn Turn Turn.
Thanks to you all for your kind concern. The comments. The emails. The phone calls. The wishes for healing. I am better today. At least I slept most of the night. It seems a minor sprain coupled with some underlying hip bursitis which is linked to the arthritis thread that runs in the family, on Mom's side. Moving has been a high priority this year because of that. I believe this (just moving) has better prepared me to recover from injury. I am out of the bed. With help, since getting up is the hardest part. My target is to be up and around as soon as possible. I've chosen to swim in the old cold sea (that glorious liquid basket) for medicine. Float. And then wallow in a hot shower. Rock between these things. In my mind I picture the pain radiating outward. And away like ripples in water. I visualize these things and it helps direct my energy.
It's sort of like planets aligning. The power in even imagining that.
Nine for almost aligned. Stitched very slowly during intervals of sleeplessness. In a chair, propped up by pillows. Aching. Grateful for all these little pre-prepared squares that save me over and over.
Or the lifting of the heavy rocks. Or moving the houseplants in before the sudden hail.
It wasn't even the thousands of trips up and down the loft ladder as I sorted through old cloth and junk, part of the lessening project. Or the yoga or the cycling. Or the weeding.
Nope. It was a simple twist. In a car. A quick brake. Zap. Pulled something in my lower back and hip.
I am posting this from my phone in a laying down position. Which is not comfortable either. Getting up to pee is a nightmare. Even sitting hurts. And moving in general will be impossible for a while. I'm ok, just a bit useless.
I have this photo of a fairly new weaving. Snapped by my phone camera a little while back. Based on an old weaving. And 9 in some new way. Soon to inspire other cloth stories. Woven Sanity.
It is very special to me so let's look at it for a while.
I have postponed the launch of my new shop among other things. I'll be laying here, resting, mending, catching thoughts at least. Right now I can't think of anything but ouch. Times nine.
Don't worry. Be happy and keep stitching. Or whatever it is you do.
Here he is with his I'm not sure about you posture.
Things are green and lush here. Yet they don't seem right. The garden looks great. Smells great. But I feel uneasy. Fruit and vegetables hang so heavy they pull the branches to the ground. Yet don't ripen. As if in defiance. And I feel out of sync with it all. Helpless and Strange. I can't help thinking maybe, yes, it IS time for me to leave. Leave it be.
I made this pillow years ago. Before the blog. The Secret Garden Pillow. I posted a pic over on Instagram the the day. There was question about how I made this one. I think, since it was so long ago, I will simply make another. I can't help but imagine how different it might turn out. But I might get to show you a lot of the process it holds. It really was a sampler of things to come.
There really needs to ne a stray in there.
I have some stuff to finish up so I think it will be my August project. Maybe it might be a "stitch-a-long"? Secret Garden 2. Aka The Last Garden. Sometimes I name thoughts before they materialize. Because the dream is caught so easily. What would you name yours?