Dearest Hive Friends,

Hi, and how was your week?? Me and my Beloved are currently resting after the mega-drive across Portugal and Spain, then a lengthy ferry journey from Barcelona to Italy again.... enjoying the best kinds of wise information exchange, with our most precious friends @anafae and @paradigmprospect....

Conversing on this level is deeply inspiring, especially during this month of minimal sewing, which follows months of very intensive sewing - and I had a particular chat with Ana, which wove through yesterday and today, around newly-resurfacing knowledge of the magic of clothing.

The magic being the mystical-special-expansive-multi-dimensional quality of co-creation in fabrics - especially in our worn fabrics.

Just having a break from needlework, and then talking about it in this way, feels like a super-healing activation - or a reactivation: I feel embodied sense returning to my whole being; a sureness that my holistic sense of what is right.... is Right - and that powerful magical things can (will!!) happen if I simply keep going, keep playing, keep being open to what wants to unfold between my fingers.

I'm reminded/ re-membering the senses to be fully awake, whilst knowing the fabric of all things to be flexible to our conscious intention

Watching countries speed past the car windows, I feel the abstraction of textures, colours, forms meld into a great cacophany of information, which in turn reminds me that all things are potentially inspirational.

I don't have to await some special download or do specific research: I can just absorb the pure creative flood that is stuff passing by us as we (@vincentnijman & I) travel through western Europe...

Being away from my atelier, having little time to sew, having access to few materials or tools, but being faced with myriad extreme challenges that need dealt with in the present: intolerable heat and eye-shocking light, trying to find nutritious sustenance or a roof over our heads at short notice, severe overwhelm from being on the road for days at a time (and being the sole driver!), and the knob fallimg off the gearstick 😱 whilst navigating into a metropolis.... is actually immensely calming and transformative!

It's not the journey itself, but how we see our home anew when we return, that is the Gift of travel.

As we make the final stretch towards the south of Italy again, I can feel the new sparklimg through me, via my sunburn, my sweating and my indigestion... It thrums through my senses, as I begin to see patterns - veritable sacred geometry - in all directions: I can feel freshness, newness, inspiration slowing into and out of me, in a way that it didn't ever before.