Periodically I pose a question or some point of reflection. Here are some words that folks have shared:
"Each week as I
ponder our prompts, I fall deeply into my head, becoming reluctant to post.
This afternoon I walked into my studio and found some threads from a recent
project, lying on my work table in the shape of a heart. I taped them to my
journal and these words came forth."
"I realized today that I might actually be a bit sad to send VIII back at the end of this project, the connection she symbolizes is to me like a link to an old friend being newly remembered. Ahhhh."
"I would describe my relationship to my body as well used, but until recently not well loved. In truth, I spent the better part of fifty years "thinking" I loved my body. "Thinking" I understood the nature of our relationship, "forcing" my ideas about how I should look, act, and feel, "meeting out" my own sense of timing and rhythm, and "dictating" my ideas about what I should eat, drink and do upon this aspect of my Self. But it wasn't until I journeyed through the dark under...ground of cancer that I came to be open enough, to see, know, listen to and love my body as my most faithful and true consort/companion." |
| journal writing with a well loved pen |
The writings and drawings on the kozo paper will be spun into thread and woven into a community art piece. The writings and drawings in the journals will be shared in an exhibit this fall, along with the 8 hand-woven well used, well loved dishtowels.
