i use the word love a lot. i am always saying i love something. thinking about what Doris said, i spent some time just now watching the fire and thinking about what all i have loved, if i miss things or not, really. Really. Do i wish i had kept things i loved? skirts, people, places...things. what do i still love?, that i no longer have?
and i got all vague feeling, so i picked up the drawing board next to the Morning Chair with the paper on it reminding me of what i HAVE to do today, written yesterday, and just put the pencil to the paper without further thought and this is what showed up.
i tried to get a good picture. can't because of the time of day...SUN owns the morning here. but what you can see is a drawing of the creek behind the childhood home. it was down a fairly steep hill in back of the house. what i drew first was the enormous old willow tree. then the creek itself. then, the fallen log on the left that crossed the creek, the two boards that crossed the little spring that fed into the creek, actually hidden in wild honeysuckle. the apple trees and a pear tree, gone wild long before. the arc on the right is the metal culvert thing that went under the road. which always represented to me "the rest of the world". and then there's me, walking down the hill although you can't see the hill.
so...yes. this is what i still love. this Place, which no longer is like this and this period of time when my whole life was centered here. i don't MISS it, but i love it. no less now than then. and i am so gratefull that my self grew from this place. and somehow, i don't know, the clothmaking to me is related to That and Then. i am going to think about this but right now, i need to go to work.
so..here's to love...........
