Today I am thinking about the beginnings of the Magic Feather Cloth. Cloths. I have looked at all the feathers. Now I look at what I have done this year. Finished and unfinished and I am focused on the ring. The circle. The nest. The safety in round. So the Circle it is. At least In this year of the Ring
I had all my big cloths on the floor today. The sleeping loft is over an unheated room. The floor is cold in the winter months. I layer cloths one on top of the other. Walk barefoot. Feel the cloth under my feet. When the quilts are rugs. I call them Quugs. I like that word. It seems ancient. QU-UG.
And so I have started to what-if. What if the first magic feather cloth could be a floor cloth. Something to sit on to walk on. To play on? Curl up on? A magic carpet? What if a big cloth could be a giant sand tray? A healing game. Big enough to be in? Here we go.
Since I have been piling the cloths on the floor, she sleeps there. Often gathering the cloth into a ring around her. She is a good assistant. She was homeless and hurting somehow. I don't know everything about her, but I can tell when she feels safe. She helps me understand cloth as place.
