While we were travelling on holiday, I was really surprised to find that I regretted leaving my stitching kit at home. In the end, I rootled through an op shop on the Mornington Peninsula (Victoria), and then another in Melbourne, and managed to lay in a few needles, some ancient cocktail napkins, and some leftover thread. And even a perfect little box.
I had been doing inspiring reading for the year of activism ahead, and had some ideas for embroidery which I began to put into stitches. First, pencilled on.
Some time later, I ended up with this, embellished with some small findings from the beach. These may make it deeply impractical, but I figure the worst case is that I cut them off again.
It’s scruffy, like all my embroidery. But, I like it. I find it a constant struggle to think about the deeply painful challenges that face each of us, and the planet and all who live upon her (human and otherwise). I notice that for many people, facing the trouble we are in is so painful that they would rather look away or that they simply can’t find hope. I keep trying to make another decision: to face the trouble we are in, and to stay hopeful and active. Which is not the same as living without contradictions or mistakes, of which I feel sure, there will be plenty more!