31.12.17 Moss and wall, from the street around the corner
I like resolutions. I like the way the hope feels. Where there was a space, now there is something that wasn't there before. You can press it to your mouth, run your fingers along its edges. It might live a year or a day; it doesn't matter. It is here for now and its shape and its taste feel good to you. It feels like it could nourish you.
The resolutions I like best are allowed to exist on their own. They're not for anything, not tied up with a future projection of something you wish you were. They are not some tired, old goal dressed up in new year finery and they are not co-opted into service of some grand plan. Instead they are tiny new baby things, plump and naive as shoots in spring, and they don't know what they are or if they're even anything at all. You do not make them work for you, you have simply made space for them to exist, for no other reason than the soil of you could feel them there, sleeping, and pushed them out. And you delight in them, in that. You delight at their life for however long they live. These are the kind of resolutions I make.
Every year, I resolve to look closer. I keep thinking that at some point, I will look so close I will finally bump my nose against the end of things, but I never do and so I try again the following year. This year, alongside the looking, I have decided I would better like to take the things I see each day and make them into something solid. I am going to use my camera, yarn and cloth and stitch, and words, of course, because I believe in all these things and it makes me happy to use them.
Here is the patch of soil I've cleared to let them stick their fat heads above the ground. I'm going to post photos every day or so, maybe some words too, and when I knit or weave or sew, I'll put that here too. They will be small, slow things because this is a small, slow life. This blog exits for me, principally - a way of growing another kind of garden - but you are welcome here too, with love, with peace.
Happy new year.