For all those subscribed to Small Journeys, I am taking a break from the series for the month of April to finish the first cloth for the Magic Feather Project which I will blog about here on the main blog... I am also in the process of rebuilding links in my sidebar. Thank you for your patience.
A white stone in the center of this cloth thought is needed.
The rings of my basket are like ripples. In space. Like ghosts of breaths taken.
I will ease into Summer with fewer postings. More Space. I have finished the Feather Cloth we call Home and now I need some quiet time to prepare it for travel. Collect, recollect its story. I will share more photos before it flies. I have spoken to Wendy. How long it has been. How much of this crazy life this cloth holds. How this is good. We are ready.
A lot of things will keep me somewhat wordless for the summer. For those of you who are subscribed, I will set my Small Journeys postings for Wednesdays, What if Wednesdays. Small Journeys will continue through Labor Day (Sept 7) at which point the series will end. And I will embark on some bigger journeys.
This new camera is different. I have to think more about how pictures work.
The moth was on the window through which this picture was taken. I meant to focus on that. Too close to be in focus without fiddling with settings, . I like how it is confusing for a moment. I think the moth seems bigger because it is blurry. And instead of out of focus it seems to be The Focus here. Funny thing, focus.
This one unrolled on its own. With a little help from a wild cat. I was drawn in. I began to stitch. Basket rings. I thought..
A woman is like a basket. Full or Empty. Still a vessel. A mother. Built to hold. Hold on. Built for safekeeping.
This one is not perfect. It's old. Ragged. Not a circle. It's been cut, it bleeds. It has a dark side. The center is unclear. There are so many layers I lost count. Most of them are not visible. But it is soft. Yet strong. Each ring will make it stronger. It is many mothers rolled into one.