Slowing Down to Feel
Last night after finishing this stitch sampler, I held onto the little bundle of leftover fabric and threads and felt inspired to write this poem, the words flowing through me with ease. I am so grateful as it captures the little journey I have taken in creating this piece which is part of the online course I am taking with a soulful artist Fleur Woods from New Zealand.
Slowing down to feel into the fibres
To allow the water to seep into the weaves that capture the paint puddles
A softness at sight, a bit too rough, not quite right
Another wash, spin and dry
Now to make it tight
Slowing down to feel into the colours
Will I go bright, no that doesn’t feel quite right
Pink, always pink, a favourite
Pastel, deep fusia, pale almost white is what feels right
Slowing down to feel into the sitches
Watching again, even though they have been done before, it takes a moment to find my rhythm
I take my time
There is no rush
I give myself permission to feel what’s right
Pushing myself out of the edges
No drawing this time
Let my threads tell their story
One stitch at a time
This feels right
Circles, straight lines, flowers, and little French knots
Some easier than others
Bringing me home
Closer to my heart
Closer to the light
Now it’s time to try something new
Slowing down
There is no rush
Only excitement as the sweet seed beads hit the porcelain of a dish that’s been hidden away waiting for this moment to play
To be free
I am free
But my eyes don’t play nice
I squint and sigh as I try
To thread my needle
The eye is so small
The tread, a silk is so fine
The needle flexes between my fingers
Not feeling quite right
Slow down my love
There is no hurry
Take your time
It will happen
Open your mind
To the possibilities
To the sparkles
To the fine threads that hold your precious beads of pink, pearl and blue
To create the sweetest little flowers, you have ever seen
It’s going to be alright
Slow down
Savour each stitch
Each moment, as a shape comes to life
Each precious moment
To create what feels right
Let go my love
There’s no need to hold on so tight
You have allowed the threads, fibres and stitches to guide you towards the light
