Wouldn’t it be nice if……
tomorrow held a big block of silence and unstructured time in which I could figure out how to work with woven squares, uneven scraps, and beautifully dyed fabric (a recent purchase from arlee!) in a whole new way — maintaining the spontaneity of collage and the wandering edges of overlapping… without getting into the frustrating business of turning everything into rectangles — which is what I did with the “Treasure Island Quilt for a Boy” (I finished it, BTW!!! I Finished it yesterday!!)
Wouldn’t it be nice if …..
I was working on a big, flat table completely devoted to my project, where track shoes, gloves, lunch bags, papers, cameras, keys, newspapers had no business landing, and where the dog hairs would a least have to fight a little to arrive in multiples
Wouldn’t it be nice if…..
I could work on that piece all day in the quiet and on the table and know that worries about money weren’t going to eat me alive…
It’s winter. And what a winter it is! I type here, with a heating pad on my lap.
Originally, I typed up a few tired lines about not having enough… vision, money, time… we all know the drill.
And, I had to strike them, as is wise.
Here’s my little insight of the moment:
I know that comparison-mind generates much suffering, particularly when its radar for ‘less than’ is going at 100 beeps a second. But what if comparison-mind could be employed to constantly remind myself of how much I can control, how much I have… This feels slightly different from a gratitude practice, although perhaps that’s precisely what it is. Maybe even a coercive discipline would be welcome here — forcing the mind to notice all the ways that ‘more than’ occupies my life…