I enter the season of listening, wandering through the interior experience as if walking along the walls of the sacred space. Silence deepens stillness, listening to what arises. A quiet atmosphere and the story of my contemplative lingering that slowly unfolds.
As I remember the poetics of near and the elsewhere, I felt my reflections into being.
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Wool invites the eye and the touch. It has distinct properties, visual presence, aroma, texture, and formability. Felting is a slow activity which imparts structure and form, while giving a feeling of intimate connection and tactility.
As I feel the texture of the unspun wool between my palms, I enter the space of softening. The wool touches me in response, mirroring my movements and energy. It is said that the wool can feel you, and as I engage in a process of felting, both wool and I create a form that embodies the site and a spirit of an intimate self.
In felting I find a way inward to a space of contemplative silence that is vast and alive; pulsing to the rhythms of opening and closing. (*)
