This is a start of sorts, I am embarking on a house move that is pretty significant, attached as it is to a whole load of life changes. My mother has died, my dear man is about to retire, I return to work soon after a period of staying at home to care for Mum, my daughter is easing away into adult life.
And so we are moving and taking on a new garden......
The move means downsizing, editing away the vast collection of books I have been wandering this world with, asking myself what matters, in particular since I have just lost an irreplaceable person who mattered, without whom I would never have been, without whom I have never been. It is a new experience, and we are starting a new life.
It also means leaving the first garden where I've perhaps begun to understand what it's all about. So, the new garden, a blank slate, will be the test of, and exploration of that understanding.
The space in which I looked after Mum was also a space where I could begin to explore those things that have interested me as long as I can remember, working with needle, with sketchbook, with fabric and thread. There have been some experiments, some openings up in the weave of life for little bits of me. These I may share, not because I think they are of any worth, but that I have found others' journeys inspiring. The love of needlework was a gift from my grandmother, part of her, still here in me. The love of art is from my great grandmother, a part of her inspiring me. The love of these two women came from my mother, who will always be with me.
This blog will, I hope, be a reflection of these varied things that make up a life.
Or perhaps it will fail after a few months.
The journey is what matters.