Glorious play

Today I decided to let the dishes sit in the dish washer a little longer, the laundry wait to be hung, and the vacuum to be silent. There are more urgent things at the present moment.

Shifting, grazing, burrowing into fibers. I am time travelling and listening to each scrap. They talk about long winters, speechless merchants, crooked yellow houses, un spoken truths, hidden dreams. They are buzzing like the sleepy bugs that are swarming outside. I am recharged as I untangle my beloved scraps. 

And as always through the mess comes a foundation. Stepping stones leading up a pathway to home. My own place. My little crooked house. 

And I continue on, grabbing, returning, looking, placing, removing; until something else feels right and fits.

I am safe here, engulfed by warmth. I am home. 

Comments

[deanna7trees]

glad to see you back to cloth. your posts the past 2 days remind me of the story 'The Little Prince'.

[Wooni]

Wow, what a compliment. I love The Little Prince. What reminds you of it?

[deanna7trees]

the image of the little prince up at the top of the mountain with the bilbao tree...it's been a long time since I've seen the book but that was the first thing that came to mind.

[Doris]

I´m so happy you share the process with us. For me it seems that you are glowing. Everything that was stuck now is flowing and that impresses me much. Follow your way :-)

[Wooni]

Well that is truly a compliment. I went and looked at my petit prince book. It is such a profound book, so many beautiful passages.

[Wooni]

Maybe its our little creek, but I do feel a flowing within me. I am charged.:)