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DAY 258: NAKED AS A BABE 🍲 A snatched moment, a couple more stitches: nothing to write home about but worth mentioning as I am back to wanting to spend time both with this piece and with the space it awakes, and although I feel like a parrot, I like to think I am improving, doing better than before having finally forgiven this amalgamation for its role in observing and then preserving what it did. 🍲 🍲 Linen, cotton, button, sequin, pin and silk. Rust, smudge, smear, stain, snag and wrinkle. Ingredients, components, individual, vital. 🍲 🍲 Noting that no two stitches are the same – plain as they may be, simple as they are... for they are still stitches, unique in their own right. 🍲 🍲 Each stitch reveals a new thing, another cell on another layer of the many layers of me. I stand in thrall: naked as a babe, honouring my commitment. 🍲 👵🏼💗 #1yearofstitches #oneyearofstitches #1yearstitchathon #365daysofstitches #showingupinseptember #stitchedjournal #lifethreads #lemonrosepetals #myinsideout #embroideredtruths #pinsandneedles #septemberstitching #needleandthread #mylittlestitchery #mallorca #mallorcacreativity #mallorcaembroidery #palmademallorca DAY 257: BRIGHT AND UNASHAMED 🍂 I'm still running with the grey/green line, allowing it to guide me instead of trying to guide it, experimenting with not exerting my authority, with relaxing and releasing instead. At present, this releasing appears to be down - into my lap, unto my feet. And as I sew I settle, drawing comfort from the simple action of up and down, the soft sensation of the smooth cool needle against the warm dry thread. 🍁 I feel like much of September has been about winter and winding down, perhaps because of the cooler weather, the rain and clouds? So after this there is a need for colour, of a nature and hue that is bright and unashamed. 🍂 👵🏼💗 #1yearofstitches #oneyearofstitches #1yearstitchathon #365daysofstitches #showingupinseptember #stitchedjournal #lifethreads #lemonrosepetals #myinsideout #embroideredtruths #pinsandneedles #septemberstitching #needleandthread #mylittlestitchery #mallorca #mallorcacreativity #mallorcaembroidery #palmademallorca 65: IS IT IN MY HIGHEST GREATEST GOOD TO KEEP GOING IN THE DIRECTION I AM FACING OR AM I FACING A BRICK WALL? 🤷🏻‍♀️ 🤺 Only you know which direction you are facing and how it feels, if it's a good direction or not, and while your outside self might seek to deny you, filling your head with superficial worries, petty distractions and unhelpful thoughts... your inside self knows the truth. To get to that knowledge, it is necessary to figure out and define how you feel about your immediate and distant future, because how you feel is key to how you live now. If you are scared, if you doubt your own decisions, desires and beliefs; if others have/do question your abilities... you might press pause on making progress or else seek to suppress, disown or deny in order to postpone what you must do. On top of that: if you don't know what you want, how can you work towards getting it? You need to see it to create it; imagine it to make it real. What you think is what you get, where you are. 🤺 The KNIGHT OF SWORDS brings attention to the energy you are inhabiting and the persona/archetype who is in control. 🤺 When it comes to types: the Knight of Swords is a prickly character and, like his sword, double-edged. Think dormant cobra and frill-necked lizard; peaceful in repose, mighty in fight. On the one side he is an educated, intelligent, dedicated and determined freedom-fighter charging headfirst into war, a mission, a passion and a deep seat of faith. On the other, he is steely and headstrong, unable to see beyond his own beliefs, refusing to entertain the possibility of, perhaps, a different point of view. We all know him. We have met, worked and lived with people who are exactly like him and they challenge us immensely. If there a Knight of Swords in your life, their presence and behaviour will be affecting all you seek to do, be and create? Is this relationship inline with your highest greatest good, or is it counter productive to who you authentically are? Put your hand on your heart. You will feel the answer. 🤺 See comments for rest of post... DAY 255: BLOSSOM AND BLUEBERRIES 🌸 I treated myself to a visit to my local haberdashery shop today: a tiny box that unfolds to bequeath almost every imaginable item, and, as is usually the case when I go there: what I went in for grew. There was a lady in front of me looking at patches for her daughter's art smock and book bag and I became mesmerised: the colours, the shapes, the figures; I have long loved and respected patches and sport little additions on most of my clothes: a flower here, a heart there, a bird, a deer, etc. I even create scenes... One cardigan has a bird in a cadge on the front and around the back, up by the shoulder, a cat waiting to pounce. Little things amuse. 🐈 Today, the satin ribbon I went in for grew into two small iron-on dogs 🐕🐕, an orange button 🍊, an eau de toilette label and a lace 'B'. 💙 This afternoon I used the satin ribbon to make a tie for a cardigan that won't stay on, stitched the eau de toilette patch onto the end of a sleeve and sewed the B onto my piece. In a corner all to itself, it feels peaceful; almost like a meditation. Staring at it reminds me to breathe. And looking inside, falling into the yawning cavity beneath the upmost arch of the B, I am at once both beholden and blessed 🙏🏻. It sings, too, of beautiful things, like blossom and blueberries. 👵🏼💗 #1yearofstitches #oneyearofstitches #1yearstitchathon #365daysofstitches #showingupinseptember #stitchedjournal #lifethreads #lemonrosepetals #myinsideout #embroideredtruths #pinsandneedles #septemberstitching #mylittlestitchery #mallorca #mallorcacreativity #mallorcaembroidery DAY 252: ROOTS AND ROOT 🐕 A trip to the hairdressers for a colour and cut provides the perfect opportunity to sew. As I pull out my bag, I am joined by a small dog called Root, who is almost but not quite as small as my dog. While I wait for my roots to darken, she leaps and then sleeps in my lap, head and paws draped over my free arm, and though it makes for difficult stitching - try threading a needle without moving or touching fabric to a black coat - I enjoy the attention and love. That such a sweet creature has chosen me... I do my best to honour her by not moving. 🐕 Meanwhile, more grey/green line, running parallel to the other green line several inches below. This has been a long journey, the grey/green and I, and we have to reach the other side before we part. Maybe we'll grow another word, a few flowers? But it's not compulsory, so it's not arduous. Revealing a deeper level of patience and understanding for that which I cannot see: I have faced the inner darkness, acknowledging not just the good things and the nice things but also those that are bad. My life is not just about who I am today and how those interactions affect me. It's also about who I was before and how what happened broke different parts. 🐕 Today I make difficult decisions: unpicking memories, attachments, cutting stains from the fabric of my flesh. It's not easy; there is doubt and guilt, but I have realised, recently, that so much of what I carry is not mine or my fault. Inheritance, ancestry: I am learning boundaries, where what is mine begins and ends. DAY 249: A WORD 😞 1. Sad: a word, a whisper, my body throwing out distant echoes from within; a baby crying, a lonely heart, an abandoned daughter. 2. Sad: a despondent mind and spirit, a thing of little worth; a dull, somber colour. 3. S.A.D: a mental disorder; specifically depressive episodes during certain times of the year. 😞 Feelings, thoughts, emotions... All individual, independent, truth. 😞 Another line. Another journey. More whiteness touched. 😞 👵🏼💗 #1yearofstitches #oneyearofstitches #1yearstitchathon #365daysofstitches #showingupinSeptember#stitchedjournal #lifethreads #lemonrosepetals #myinsideout #embroideredtruths #pinsandneedles #septemberstitching #mylittlestitchery #mallorca #mallorcacreativity #mallorcaembroidery DAY 248: THIS YEAR 🍂 September makes me think of cobwebs and spiders inside the house, a throwback from childhood because I haven't lived in the country for a while now and where I live currently there are almost no spiders. This is a good thing, a perk of the city; spiders are scary, their legs out of proportion with their essential selves. Bad things are no garden or personal outside space, and the pollution and noise which both permeate the inside as much as the out. 🕷 My heart looks a little like a web now, surrounded by spider babies. And the almost-finished word: 'September', looks spider-like in its make-up and nature too. It's all very autumnal, very September. I think September has got under my skin, invading my dermis to permeate my bones and cells. 🍁 I am trying to like it this time around though; trying not to give up so early on. Maybe, just maybe, I can add it to my special bag: the one that contains things I like like blue sky and sunshine, dogs and cats, peonies and lilies... But it's hard. I prefer to celebrate arrival, anticipate growth, revel in abundance. 🕸 Once upon a time I used to love December and Christmas was my favourite time of year, but that was when I was little and still believed in magic and lived within a happy house. When other things collided; when fate conspired and destiny colluded to take it all away: it changed; I needed more than a few songs and sparkly lights. 🍂 I'm a simple creature. I love the heat and I hate the cold. The heat is light, bright and airy; within it there is room to move and breathe. I sing, I dance, have energy to share and spare. Winter, on the other hand, is dull and damp: grey skies, little light, biting cold; clouds, mist, and fog; dark by 3pm. Its clothing so very heavy, making it hard to bounce. I don't celebrate Christmas because it only makes me sad, highlighting what I can never have. 🕷 Where Spring is a beginning, and Summer a middle: Winter is a long dark and Autumn is all about loss. But this year, because I am learning magic again and again believe, I am going to celebrate Autumn too. There are too many festivals and pagan celebrations to brush it aside. 🍁 DAY 247: A GREY HEART 🖤 Today is the anniversary of my relationship and this year marks year seventeen. That's a long time: Wow! And like every relationship, the journey has been up and down. Long relationships only become long because you decide to belong to them; you commit to that other person and union no matter what. That means standing by them even when they trip up; even when their tripping in turn hurts you back. 🖤 This year marks the anniversary of a personal injury year; several, in fact. So while I am happy that we are still together, still connected by the history and story of our love: I am sad that it's been emotionally wonky. 🖤 September 4 is therefore an elegy, a laying to rest what is better buried and best not repeated. 🖤 As I sit here and sew, feeling lonely and empty – because we aren't even celebrating, because because of work there isn't even time... I pray: * that next year will be a better year * that absence will replaced with attention * that indifference becomes fondness 🖤 To live in the world and love a soul who is elsewhere, Persephone in the Underworld, is one of the hardest things a person can do. To stand by and finally accept, after years of trying, there is nothing, no word or action, that will help. This is how I see it: The rock has to hit the bottom along with the other rocks; has to see what fate will befall it if it doesn't grow legs, in order to develop the desire, the want, the need... to swim up. Sometimes you cannot protect the one you love, only hope that your heart is strong enough to meet them at the end of their journey and attempt, in the meantime, to be there in what small ways you can. 🖤 The beginning of a word. A grey heart. For the journey interrupted and the things that need tenderness, love, fixing and finishing. DAY 240: AND THEREIN... 🐿 I made a commitment to this line, so I'm finishing it; today is the third day of showing up. It's not a bad line and I'm quite enjoying it: the stability of continuing something already begun; the knowledge that I only need do: no expectation, no pressure, not a thing to prove. 🐿 Filling blanks, surveying the whole and working out where needs colour, where space... I familiarise myself in a new way. For months I have been gazing through circular windows: seeing only one small section, concentrating only on making that look, feel and sit just right; while all around there is this extra fabric with details extending like limbs. I have slipped. I have fouled and been forced to mop up. If I could return to January and begin again, I would choose a window of right angles, straight edges and appropriate size. Indeed, I would do so now if it weren't too late. We are an old dog resistant to tricks. 🐿 This is a learning curve. From the outset I picked the wrong fabric, the wrong threads, the wrong hoop; I chose a needle I couldn't find anywhere to replace. And I made it up, failed to plan; took it out and got it grubby with with the spoils of life, and subsequently washed and rusted it. Damn pin. Damn picking up lost items from the grubby street. Damn squirrel brain always hoarding and collecting. Inside there is a fear I will run out: with everything, always. I have rows of tins, stacks of jars, rolls and rolls of kitchen towel and bathroom paper. This piece, like me, is a sum of parts, a journal of day... and therein lies it's beauty. 🐿 👵🏼💗 #1yearofstitches #oneyearofstitches #1yearstitchathon #365daysofstitches #showingupinjuly #stitchedjournal #lifethreads #lemonrosepetals #myinsideout #embroideredtruths #pinsandneedles #auguststitching #mylittlestitchery #beautifuldoggy #miabellaisdivine #deeplyshesleeps #peaceandinnocence DAY 240: THEREIN I made a commitment to this line, so I'm finishing it. Today is the third day of showing up. It's not a bad line and I'm quite enjoying it; the stability of continuing something already begun, the knowledge that I only need do. No expectation, no pressure, not a thing to prove. 👩🏽‍💻 Filling blanks, surveying the whole, and working out where needs colour, where space... I familiarise myself in a new way. For months I have been gazing through circular windows; seeing only one small section, concentrating only on making that look, feel and sit just right, while all around there is this extra fabric with details extending like limbs. I have slipped. I have fouled and been forced to mop up. If I could return to January and begin again, I would choose a window of right angles, straight edges and appropriate size. Indeed, I would do so now if it weren't too late. We are an old dog, resistant to tricks. 👩🏽‍💻 This is a learning curve. As I said at the beginning: I picked the wrong fabric, the wrong threads, the wrong hoop. I chose a needle I couldn't find to replace anywhere I looked. And I made it up, failed to plan, took it out and got it grubby, subsequently washed and rusted it. It's a sum of parts, a journal of days, and therein lies it's beauty. 👩🏽‍💻 👵🏼💗 #1yearofstitches #oneyearofstitches #1yearstitchathon #365daysofstitches #showingupinjuly #stitchedjournal #lifethreads #lemonrosepetals #myinsideout #embroideredtruths #pinsandneedles #auguststitching #mylittlestitchery

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