Moving Colours

Enlightenment *significant*small* I use a dye technique that I like to call my signature style. It creates color movement in the final piece, hand dyed roving, handspun yarn, handwoven fabric, handmade garments. The first time I took a dye class and created color movement I knew a long journey of learning and playing and moving was ahead of me. I'm starting to see a deeper level of why dyeing for movement is so important to me. It nourishes my transient soul and brings chance and change to my everyday life. Kids, family, farming, weaving, dyeing, shearing, wwoofing, milking, cooking, separating...

Here, my transient soul has tried to form an existence, on a beautiful piece of property, my beloved farm, but my roots resist going deep and my heart yearns for change, and feet itch for adventure, and my lack of skills and resources have crippled my being, and I must search for a deep healing salve. I'm afraid of doing it together. I'm afraid of doing it alone.

Almost. The llamas are gone and the goats are gone and the chickens are gone and the rabbits are gone. And I loved them. And I wish I wasn't so impulsive, but that's how they all came to me, and that's how they all go.

And I'm packing up water heaters and electric fencing, and feed bins, and wwoofer clothes, and sheets, and all the bits and pieces and it's time to move on.

Change.

I will fulfill dreams of craft vending, coastal living, traveling, wwoofing, moving, rolling home living, wandering, camping, festival touring, adventures in parenting, and dreams waiting for awakening. Only Dreams, a small consolation to the pieces of my heart.

Chance.

I'm still in the stage of muddling about, and musing, crying, and sorting, while my mind takes its time solving the puzzle of my present, and my heart heals enough to look forward to the future.

And so closes this chapter of Natures Parkland.


To Morgan, Cairo, Everest, Marley, and Loretta,

My friends, you are gone, I must learn and move on:
Washing, washing, washing, washing,
washing, washing, washing, washing,
washing, washing, washing, washing,
washing, washing, washing, washing...

To Lisa, Champagne, Billy, Blueberry, Charming Jack and the Beanstalk, Tickle, Revel, Sambuca, Taz, Radar, Daisy, Lavalynn, Violet, Ebony, Mimsy, Rooster, and all my baby chickies,

I surrender you to your destiny:
Breathe and release, pray, believe,
Breathe, release, pray, believe,
Breathe, release, pray, believe,
Breathe, release, pray, believe,
Breathe, release, pray, believe,
Breathe, release, pray, believe,
Breath, breathe, breathe, breathe
release, pray, pray, hope, believe...