Transition. Time to clean out, evaluate and move forward. Barb is coming over on Tuesday and we are going through my knitting and spinning books. They have been stashed in the closet along with rolls of Christmas wrapping paper, hoops for rug hooking, dyes, jars, and a 10 year collection of Spin-Off and Wild Fibers.
When I am in a designing mode, I don’t look at the books, just so I know that what I am producing is from me. There are no new knitting stitches, just how they are arranged and the color and texture. So easy to lift from others, better to leave the inspiration in the closet.
But I have slowed down to a snails pace with my knitting and am unsatisfied with projects. Not much delight in spinning and no desire at all to card or comb the wool. I find myself thinking about needlepoint and reading novels and quilting and gardening. All things I cut out when I am busy with sheep, spinning and knitting. Time to move away from the art and towards something different. Time to clean out the closet.
Barb will take the books and notions to her shop. If I return to this, then I will know were to go. She will make good use of it all. I don’t like hanging onto a lot of stuff. Especially for the sake of having it “just in case” I might need it later. Clutter. Weeds that get in the way of my growth.
I have been having a ton of transition dreams lately. I have dreamed of dying, peacefully. Not scary at all, just an awareness of a change of consciousness. A dieing off of my old self. Also a powerful dream last week of an eye, then followed by a circle in gold with a diagonal cross behind it, like a sun burst. The eye is an easy symbol to recognize, but the circle and cross is tough to find reference to. Also a few nights later, many of my rings, plus other ones all together, all gold with precious stones, maybe 20 or more. That was a bit odd. I have given most of my good rings away to girlfriends over the years.
So my consciousness/awareness is in transition. I have made the decision to cut back on the flock to a smaller number and am now actively looking for outside work. I haven’t figured out why I want to de-stash the closet so badly, but it has been bugging me for a while now. I am excited, like a little kid before Christmas to see what is in store for me next.
