I thought I would be excited - and I was. I thought I might be giddy-happy, or feel like a hooking badass - not so much. It was a new experience to yarn bomb; to leave one of my darlings in a semi-public place to a fate entirely unknown. To look at someone else's yarn bomb, I think, "Yeah! Totally! I SO get it!" but to leave my own, I am confronted with the depths of my brain asking, "Are you sure? Are you sure you're sure? Why exactly are you doing this again?" It's future is a mystery. Will anyone like it? Will anyone even see it? It's not in a prominently visible spot because I didn't know how long it would take to stitch it in place. (Note to self: next time thread the needle BEFORE going onsite!)
It was lovely in place. I appreciate the colors in their environment. I could sense the respect with which it was placed (of course I could, dummy) and I could have stared at it for quite a while, but I knew I had to leave it. My hands have done their work. My brain, my heart and my soul must catch up. I can still feel deep gears and wheels turning inside me, processing what I have done. I have no answers, but a knowledge that I must do it again. The invisible work that is begun in the depths convinces me of that.