There was a bit of a stomach thing. Yesterday. I rested a lot.
I've walked through the garden. That's all.
It is turning. The beginnings of that.
Cooler nights first. And yesterday it did not reach 80.
I didn't do anything in the garden. I just passed through slowly.
Just there. Just like that. On one of the Butterfly Milkweed pods. It took two years but it is well established now. So I researched red bugs on Milkweed pods. And that is them. Milkweed Bugs. They were still right there this morning. They must like it there. They say it's ok. They just show up for short while. They reduce the number of seeds for next year. Some folks spray. Some folks consider it population control. For MilkWEED. In any case I stopped at considering it a touch of Red. For now. We'll see.
A touch of Red is always nice with green.
I just uncovered this. Nine for Growth. Part of the Nine Forever Series. Which was something more formal but now it isn't. From the post here, which was from Small Journeys (one of the free classes in the sidebar) here, and then here.
There are so many ways to do that. Cloth through cloth. Try it.
I think I might put a few Milkweed Bugs on this one and call it done enough. Nine for Growth. Or Staring Growth in the Face and Seeing it Look Back. Sometimes things keep growing without you. It might do that. It contains that. The going. Despite a few bugs.
Sleepless through the night, but here I am, just a bit tired.
And it is 69 degrees. Ahhhh.
It has rained a lot, much more leafing and growth. And the deer have made themselves scarce. I have very short tomato plants. But still tomatoes. I am sure there will be at least Nine.
August is always bittersweet. I heard crickets last night. They are already advertising school supplies in local shops. I so remember how that felt when summer vacation was only half over.
I updated my News, button up top. Been a while. I released Cloth to Cloth. A big step for me because it is so close to my heart. Bigger steps are good exercise. That's what I said to myself. Exercise is good for the heart.
I am imagining Nine of these. Remembering back to when moon face first appeared to me. The moon back then dyed by Laura Mayotte, she's on Flickr over here. Way before my own indigo dyeing days. Time sure flies. Across moons.
Just testing some new wool yarn I dyed in a fresh leaf indigo vat. The deer trimmed the tops off the plants and suddenly they are all bushy and full! Who knew?
I've activated the Gallery in the sidebar as a little shop. Only a couple of things right now. It's not a regular shop. You need to contact me in order to purchase. Pricing is fair but I will negotiate. My plan is to update on Saturdays. Shop Saturday then. I'll add nine more things next week. I am also opening a new little supply shop with a few surprises. But more about that later.
Thanks to you all for your kind concern. The comments. The emails. The phone calls. The wishes for healing. I am better today. At least I slept most of the night. It seems a minor sprain coupled with some underlying hip bursitis which is linked to the arthritis thread that runs in the family, on Mom's side. Moving has been a high priority this year because of that. I believe this (just moving) has better prepared me to recover from injury. I am out of the bed. With help, since getting up is the hardest part. My target is to be up and around as soon as possible. I've chosen to swim in the old cold sea (that glorious liquid basket) for medicine. Float. And then wallow in a hot shower. Rock between these things. In my mind I picture the pain radiating outward. And away like ripples in water. I visualize these things and it helps direct my energy.
It's sort of like planets aligning. The power in even imagining that.
Nine for almost aligned. Stitched very slowly during intervals of sleeplessness. In a chair, propped up by pillows. Aching. Grateful for all these little pre-prepared squares that save me over and over.
Or the lifting of the heavy rocks. Or moving the houseplants in before the sudden hail.
It wasn't even the thousands of trips up and down the loft ladder as I sorted through old cloth and junk, part of the lessening project. Or the yoga or the cycling. Or the weeding.
Nope. It was a simple twist. In a car. A quick brake. Zap. Pulled something in my lower back and hip.
I am posting this from my phone in a laying down position. Which is not comfortable either. Getting up to pee is a nightmare. Even sitting hurts. And moving in general will be impossible for a while. I'm ok, just a bit useless.
I have this photo of a fairly new weaving. Snapped by my phone camera a little while back. Based on an old weaving. And 9 in some new way. Soon to inspire other cloth stories. Woven Sanity.
It is very special to me so let's look at it for a while.
I have postponed the launch of my new shop among other things. I'll be laying here, resting, mending, catching thoughts at least. Right now I can't think of anything but ouch. Times nine.
Don't worry. Be happy and keep stitching. Or whatever it is you do.
And the one square with the little path down the middle caught my eye this morning.
No sewing yet. Just looking. Thinking. Letting thoughts fill me.
And then this happened. I flipped the center path over, and the little stitches I took to keep it all together and calm, as a unit, they show. I love this. One side within the context of another. Paired. One. Nine for How it Might be Revealed?
Some where along the way it became more than what it is commonly defined as. For me.
It is a compositional tool. Commonly used. But for me, the way it began, was as a tendency. And a way to connect.
I made a few notes to myself this morning. Just to remind myself.
Remind myself of how definition comes to be. How redefinition refreshes how we know. What might be. How we might begin to explain how it might happen through redefinition.
My notes included:
How worlds apart might come together.
Alignment is a TENDENCY (related to SENSE)... the strength in that; Good, Bad, or Indifferent.(following)
The root of the word is line. A-line-ment. Often definitions deal with reference to a straight line.
For me, not always a straight line.
For me. A path related to FLOW. A STORY-LINE. A WAY to NEW FORM.
Today I begin a long process of organizing the notes to self in order to better talk abut my wacky theories about composition. I seem to have a tendency to just go but really there is thought behind it. The conversation has often been a silent one with myself. Notes to self are, I realize , often in my own language. I will work on making them easier to understand on a page called SPIRIT CLOTH LANGUAGE which will pop up over at FEEL FREE soon enough.
This nine, The Tendency to Align, is the first piece of the outer ring of the Nest of Days. (...continued from here.)
It will be the Wonder-Ring. A big one to remind me of the need for space. The cloth will grow a lot.
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