Minds Eye.

I set myself the task of finishing many works in progress to bring it to completion. Too many pieces left undone , too many unwarranted stops in the process, too many abandoned intentions.

In my minds eye, I (thought) I knew what the finished piece would look like and lazy mind was satisfied. Both minds satisfied. Except no. Not really.

Minds eye had no idea how beautiful the finished work would be and lazy mind was yearning for confidence. And that is what has transpired.

But it began before this. In an ancient ship

When the inner critic, cloaked in darkness crept right on in and lay dormant, waiting, until I wanted to create some beauty.

Shadow mind moves silently, stealthily, floats fear down like an invisible veil over any creative intentions or is just an out and out mean and spiteful nasty voice, or eyeing how you become numb to things or even how you become vague and not

quite present.

Curious mind began to ask around. Why was it undone, why was it abandoned ? Why, when I thrived on stitching, cutting, manipulating fabric, enthralled with Colour, delighted with words did the brakes jam on suddenly?