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.

and then again

Just to  put that one behind me.... whew.

The Book, still ahead of me.  But I am catching up real fast. 

Somewhere

 

 

I  pulled this one  back to the worktable yesterday.   I thought it was done.  Or close.    I keep having this urge to call everything   Just Going   ...  and then clarify that along the way   ...      ...     ...

This one?  Just Going... Without a True Sense of Direction

This  is more  obviously about being swept away I said to myself... but finding a place in that.   Swept into maybe.  I  had this little face left over from  something.   I imagined it to be me, surprised by all that is happening, but pinned  to it  all at least.   A way to  find a sense of order to it.   My place, if only for a moment.

 And today is Friday and I will be sitting with the Magic  Feather Cloth instead.   Taking the "me" out of things for a while.  And just going in a bigger sense.   Finding a sense of   myself  there,   common sense,  a place in that for a while. I have been blown off course.

It promises to be another  nice cold damp weekend.

See you later.

Again

A winter  storm watch they say.    Maybe I will continue with this eye of the storm cloth.   A place to hide, anticipate and record with thread and needle.   This one  has been through many a storm.  A tran-seasonal storm cloth.   It is all one storm anyway.   Life is just weathering it.   I guess life's storm has many eyes.   And many eyes are always useful.  Bring it on. 
This one is made from such fragile old cloth. A big wind might just blow it away.  Be on the lookout for  scraps falling from the sky.    We can all meet up somewhere and sew them back together.  And then  let it happen agin.  Gotta love it. 

Ok then...

 

I  have a lot to adjust to,  now that I am seeing everything differently.   What if I take a bit of time out here ?   See what happens with all these new eyes.    I will drop in here now and then  through the end of the year.  With the magic feather cloth.  To update my newsletter  and  stuff.    I might do one more  shop update  as well.... and maybe just some looking.  Catch you later....

Comments are off for a while.   Let's all relax . Dream a little.   Mend a few holes.