Bad weather was coming … would the power hold? Would the dripping faucets be enough?
But mostly it was about ICE and Minneapolis and murder. Why? How? And what will end it? Or will it?
Spiraling.
This morning the sun came up, obscured by clouds but lighting the world nonetheless. The world sheathed in ice. Today I stitched.
Each stitch over two threads of linen cloth, the curved lines following one after the other, spiraling outward …
Colors breaking through darkness, one after the other …
But even as the spiral pulled the line of stitch inward, the edges of the cloth pulled the line outward … the forces shifting, the gap widening, through no intentional thought, my fingers guided the needle outward sooner than my mind intended, the line wobbling as intention gave out to some other guiding force …
We do not know what drives us, let alone what drives others to do what we do. Stitches can be pulled out and stitched again, lines can be drawn and then erased … but some things can’t be undone and we have to live with the imperfection that was created, whether intentionally or not. And then continue on. It’s what we do next that matters.
Liz~ So well said. I like the widening of the spiral. To me it stands in for some hope...hope that we can get out of this awful spiral we are in as a country, and as individuals when we have no hope and spiral down in doom scrolling. But I guess the good thing is that spirals can be seen as spiraling up (and out) too. May our views be reflected in our actions. Much love. ~Nancy
ReplyDeleteSpiraling up was exactly what I was thinking as I decided which way to orient the patch
ReplyDeleteWhat a great metaphor …the spiral, the light, the dark. And love your stitching!
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