Spirit Cloth

Gathering Cloth around oneself

 

I sat in the middle, and pulled the cloth toward me, around me.  As if to make a nest, A bowl to hold me.  Just to see if the cloth  could gather.  If the feel was right.  It feels right.   Today I will stitch on the center.  Secure it a bit more.  Give it substance.   A special energy space.  Like the eye of a storm.  I suppose  if you could find a safe place in a storm,  yet be right in it, close enough to touch it you might be able to understand it.  Respect it.  Ride it.  Love it even.  

This post is one of many that follows   The Magic Feather Project.

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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.

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A Sense of it all

I began the process of finalizing  a lot of work yesterday.   In doing this I have tried to   retell the story of each piece in a smaller way.  A sentence, or two.  Sometimes, after all is said and done, it is easier to capture that.   I have so many small works here that  have rested in a pile at my side.  Off Wall.  For the winter.  A long winter.   As I pick them up again, I notice that the story has changed.  In my mind.  Sometimes a lot.  Sometimes ever so slightly.  I just wanted to find fresh words for each one...  

I think they have all become story fragments now, pieces of a larger story to come.   They will become more useful to me now by leaving.  I like the idea that they might be out there telling  tales of yesterday.

I let this one go yesterday.  A old promise kept.   I like how that precious red on the front runs through to the back, retaining that sense of  form.  The box.  

My works will be loaded up in the shop over the next month or so.  I plan to let it all go.   One big Spring ceremony.  There are many.  Some to sell.  Some to give away.   To make space here for a whole new adventure.  Growth. 

I have updated my Newsletter.   And now I am off to see Mom for her birthday. 

Becoming Spring

Full Worm Moon.  2013.

At the time of this spring Moon, the ground begins to soften and earthworm casts reappear, inviting the return of robins.
Algonquin.

The fulling of this moon is not quite complete, because I sort of lost track of time.  Spring has been so slow coming.   I'm still at it.  So is spring.

Probably the last snow of the season