what a long strange trip

Mo Crow

Sep 9

The path of heart is never a straightforward deal!

after a month of attempting to take two variations of high blood pressure medication and feeling totally strange and disorientated I said to the GP the drugs were not my way and asked my Tai Chi teacher for a transformational counselling session. It was a dance, she circled, I side stepped for quite some time til finally I allowed her into the heart of the matter, "what have I lost besides Old Man Crow?" I closed my eyes and felt deeply, searching and realized my third eye was closed, clouded with a saddened burnt sienna red! She helped me spin that cloud in my mind's eye until it turned into a flame, in the centre of the flame was a diamond so I drew that and stitched it into the long cloth of grief

I started stitching this beautiful length of Japanese hand woven indigo dyed hemp on February 1st, it will take the rest of my days...

& have stitched and unstitched this Memory Keeper made from an indigo moon backed with red silk from Glennis Shibori Girl since the Equinox in March

On Monday with magical timing Susi Bancroft wrote "The 'mark making of grief' I would love to see. One mark or small step at a time and one day you will take that line for a walk - walks can be tiny steps to big leaps, side steps and take you in circles and even backwards sometimes…. "
Yesterday I took Free for a ride to the Wind Eroded Caves near Anvil Rock and made my first foray down the track down into the Blue Gum Forest from Perrys Lookdown