Spirit Cloth

As it turns out

 

More feathers than ever imagined....  

are still patiently awaiting their turn

 

As you might recall, I was pinning up the remaining feathers on the wall (right over the lion quilt), sorting them by color,  to see what was left.  I might have enough for another cloth. Or 2.  This is not all of them, I ran out of pins.  And then there are the stones.  This thing is so much bigger than what I had envisioned.  I will be using some of these in the first cloth, but what if I use the white/ light background ones in a new cloth. ?  And I am thinking of collecting some new components.  Oh my mind is whirling. 

This post is in reference to the Magic Feather Project.

OK I posted enough these past days.  Back to Diaries for a while.

Managing a sense of beyond

 is really about  s p   a     c          e

 

 

This was the cloth on the table.  Yesterday. 

I looked at it all day yesterday.

And I am still looking. 

This one spanned 3  classes.   And with each one it expanded.  After I looked at it some more.

 I tried to add a category for Reach.  But Typepad wouldn't let me.  Anyway, it is about that.

I'll try again tomorrow.

Or maybe I will go plant a tree.

 

how

How slowly true and deep vision evolves.  That is what I was thinking .  And how selling work often means letting it go before it is done.  Ripe.  How confusing everything seems to me today.  I am home.  Staring.  Ready for a pizza and wine ceremony.

This piece continued from here.

Sun day

A tiring weekend.  Stitching without too much thinking.  I thought I was finishing this, but I think I just started.

Not sure about it because it changed so much.  I like parts of it.  But I have no idea why.  Well that's not true.  Just to tired to form words.

How it might seem

The magic feather cloth  gets stitched on in the evenings, now that the days are filled with gardening.   And I have noticed how much this cloth seems like a nest  when it is at rest  on a chair or a couch.   How much fun it is to see all the feathers in my lap as I stitch.  Each way it falls  seems like a new  gathering.

 

I have begun to pin the remaining feathers up on the wall today.   And there are many.   Just as I begin, I think to myself how there seems to be an endless supply of them.   The basket never seems empty.  As if they have continued to fly in while I sleep.  Maybe there are Magic Feather Elves.  Thank you all you Piece Makers.

This post refers to the Magic Feather Project, you can read more up top or in the sidebar.