- Typos and grammatical issues included.
- I was told that with as many crosses that I hand stitched into the quilt, it can be considered an icon.
- The church mentioned second in the log has a domed ceiling over the altar. In it are windows and painted pictures of church fathers and saints. If I remember correctly, some Eastern Orthodox churches have similar structures, though angels are painted in the dome of some churches.
7-31-14 Thurday
1:17am
for the 2nd time
Woke and the storm already hit.
I fell asleep to lightning flashes and my room was muggy all the day.
Warmth and water.
What I remember is hung in a tower. The top of an onion dome. O was looking out below over my legs. I seem to be locked into 3 series of steel bars. The kids began coming out from the neighborhood. They started a show with dancing below. I leaned forward to see. The gates to the neighborhood were open. I tried to move and became anxious because of immobilization. Maybe I could leave if I could turn around. I wanted to join the show.
Waking.
Wondering.
if it was the new quilt with its three types of cross work. Did I witness something that would have taken my soul? The soul cage at the Catholic Church. I forgot to finish off the dream catcher multifaceted with bead and feather. After finishing the weave, it said what it said. Me little thinking, gave it up as a present. Too much "craft" i would think. It was for the kids before Easter. Dreams and darkness. The three days before Easter Sunday being the darkest of the year. Christ's light being out. Save their soul in sleep I though from the darkness in nightmares. I took myself seriously. Laughing stock i wonder if it to be.
This quilt minds me of the same approach. I used to be deathly scared of losing my soul. I couldn't explained the lightheartedness, daydreaming and loss of coordination. I prayed and hexed myself. i thought I lost control, now other means need take place. I learned to rest within and patience forced about. I earned to fly from being forced out from cabin fever. I develop a quiet rage inside and haven't look back. I've been seeking the space within as I don't want to think/feel I've locked myself up.
A friend used to tell me to let myself go. Halloween night most sacred to several in the world. High holiday of spirit and spirits. Jerking limbs and twitching till after one a.m. on the 1st of November. Signs before and now for me the occasion means low blood sugar. hunger. I've learned to feed myself now. I've learned to see those manifestation of spirit as visceral communication and sign of the aware and active body.
Now? I seem to sit well in the temple of my soul. Now? I sit and wait.
This may be the only post today.
Have a beautiful one today. Well, that might be to much pressure. Have on beautiful moment today in sight sound, feeling or word. Memorize it front to back, back to front and make a place for its memory in your heart.
No pressure. There is beauty even in the smallest and insignificant.
Enjoy your day, sweets. You deserve it.