Homey, even a little homely (proper or suited to the home or to ordinary domestic life; plain; unpretentious). In meditation practice/life one attempts to become okay with being uncomfortable, to let go, to be present with accepting ourselves as we are right this moment. I am not talking about letting things be in a lazy way, but in the way that I am trying to let go of perfectionism, because ultimately perfectionism is ego.
There are many things in each day that can are jarring, uncomfortable, not balanced that aren’t okay – they need changing, or perhaps just by noticing and asking why brings some sort of peace in getting down to why life is the way it is.
I was thinking about my ripple afghan and how nicely homey/homely it is. Each color seems to stand out, especially when there is only one row. Then with two rows it starts to blend. It is almost like magic. Maybe it is because I become accustomed to them after a bit, and then they aren’t so jarring after all. Then the process starts all over again with the next new color. Life as afghan. *grin*
I love all the colors so much that I can’t bring myself to just carry along the few I will be working with – they have to be all together in a big baglady bag, or like a traveling circus.
After I had a few stripes done I realized that I am recreating a yet-to-be-created-planned-but-not-even-started quilt done up in 30s/40s prints.
I am really loving it!