Dearest Needlework and Hive Friends,
How is this midwinter time going for you (in the northern hemisphere)?? We (
and I) are settled under a crisp white duvet in a town B&B, whilst our tent sits in freezing fog up the glen!
We’ve had two days already of glorious luxuriating and calming our nervous systems, in a simple, tidy, clean room outwith the chaos and un-navigable problems of the rental house that we have still until we go to Italy. We’re enjoying everything about this minibreak, including spending time with Vincent’s big family this week – several of whom I had never met until now.
the remaking of a phone cover from a special fabric that my stepmum left me
and which I lost in Caserta earlier this year; so glad to have it "back"!
And it has been a wonderful space for sewing!!
the green silk shirt - about to become new boxer shorts!
Each day I’ve filled the space when we’ve been breakfasting in the piazzetta, all piled into someone’s kitchen, or just chilling back at the B&B, smartening up (an orginal seam, not one that I had recently expertly created!) in Vincent’s new silk boxers which I made out of a vintage green shirt, running tiny neat stitches along a VERY extensive zip to correct a favourite gifted winter jacket, and adding pieces of a gorgeous mustard plaid jacket to a turquoise skirt…
It has been a week of relaxing and practise moving, loving and connecting with new family. The stitches that I’ve worked on between other activities, have felt more confident and less labourful. They’ve moved more easily, and this has made me feel like everything is just that tiny wee bit more Right in the world.
It fascinates me, how the mastery of working intuitively on any particular piece of fabric, creates this sense of stitching the world together; of putting thiings Right, and of letting go somehow of the weight of things that are going less Right.
The unfolding of the world theatre too, is gathering pace - illustrating finally that humanity is beginning to have a significant awakening which may actually end well!!!! – and rippling into the very fabric of reality (even if many folks are still getting their information from the corrupted bubbles of algorigthmic totalitarianism): I can feel the freedom and sovereignty of all beings come into focus every day. This is not a time like before: this exquisitely precise time is one in which everything – E V E R Y T H I N G is starting to invert – to revert to its Righted state: dark intentions are being brought into the light, and the whole evil construct that was the utterly perverted pharmaceutical agenda to destroy the core spirit of human life – is being corrected.
From my young years, I felt this crushing weight of the state of the world: it sat heavily in my heart and mind, my bones and cells, from as early as I could look puzzled sideways at a nursery carer, knowing that they were not fully compos mentis – or at a parent, knowing that they were not fully present (through alcohol, usually). As a wee being with a strong spiritual direction and sentience, it was torturous to feel how blindly adults around me seemed to be flailing in their lives.
Almost every step of the way through my decades, it has felt similarly overwhelming, and my solitude out and inside of relationships, my distance from mainstream and from the heart of family, community, civilisation even, has been a near-impossible burden of karmic overload. These recent months and weeks, days and hours, minutes and other-dimensional/ multidimensional moments with Vincent – have started to feel safe for the first time. And like the future is more potentially positive than it ever was. Like the weight I was carried is now being shared by the collective, by all of us, on some mysterious level – so I don’t have to carry it, impotently, on my own.
The stitches that I sew have a new weight to them, like I know how to hold things together in a way that I never did. Like they have the power to change the world, to change minds and hearts by weaving colour depth and meaning into them. I feel optimistic and free-er than I ever did – and the emotion of holding-it-all-in, which now drops away, is most palpable.
Since leaving Italy, as necessary as it was to get significant distance between me and there, it hasn’t been so easy to see my long-term future in my sewing practise. But today I feel the lightness and success of what I’m doing – perfectly formed and quirky, chaotic and purposeful, improvised and instinctual, healing and expanding – I feel it all making sense in the context of the greater whole: like sewing is a mystical practise which radiates out into the Universe, no less.
I’ve always known the sacred geometry of our reality, of the cosmos, to be a real and tangible aspect of The Mystery. But these days are the first time I am feeling that magic leak into the everyday – into social structures, ideas and the values of our collective being. Maybe my stitches help directly in this process of transformation – of our spiritual evolution.
It feels possible even that my stitches, and your stitches, are truly sewing the Universe back together nicely….
me and Vincent's mama, bonding over scrabble
What do you think??
With love and good vibes to all in the Needlework Monday community,
