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Into the through space that defines going beyond the span of the wings.
This is important. It is a hopeful place that conquers fear and reinforces trust. A channel, a ring of vision that has imagination as a guide. Edges can dissolve here but the circle will remain as a natural order. The path will be continued by a sense of something safe.
It is unusually green here for October. The season waits for my own turning. It feels like that.
So I have begun the other wing of color. Today it is green.
The hoop has become like a temporary basket, to hold my intent and let me stay a while in each circle of holding, gathering. As I work, it as if these gifts from the Piece-makers have flown in again and again, landing here in my lap. It has to be everyday now, this cloth, in my hands. Every day. To build the spirit of a cloth it has to be right there. With you. Today I send love and reassurance to Wendy's kids who wait patiently for the Magic Feather Cloth I call Home.
Hopefully, I will make some headway with both. I am just about finished with the warm side of the cloth. I think I will hang it up on the wall before quilting the other wing. Clean a little, stitch a little, cook a little , stitch a little, stack ( wood) a little , look a little, walk a little, stitch a little. It might work. I'll let you know.
Normally I don't use a hoop. But on this cloth, these little focused glimpses help me focus on the meeting points, manage the diversity, consider extra detail. Remind me of closeness. To retain the sense of that. I think a big useful cloth needs extra consideration, how it might seem up close and not just as a composition.
Today's plans shattered into a million pieces. But there were more tomatoes.
I'm still working on the ripple effect. Mending the design to form another underlying layer of motion that spans across from one area into another. Like a bridge, but a river at the same time. I mostly stitch on these as dark and light turn into each other. At dawn. At dusk. The quieter times in a day.
You may or may not remember the flight path , so let me use an old picture from here. To make it clearer in the scheme of things. I have made a little map on that old photo (before a lot of the stitching) , to show where this detail is happening
There are many kinds of motion (going) in this cloth. Spin, floating, reach, vision, flight, wind, gathering, holding... and the ripple effect, the flow, which will connect them all. And can you see a basket? At first I thought of only the center but I think the flight path might find a new use, defining the circle of holding in a bigger way. Something OverFlowing. So I am off to imagine that. Dreaming is going too.
Sometimes it is good to stand back and look.
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I continue and continue to stitch to connect all the pieces on the Magic Feather Cloth I still call Home. Now, without much thought actually, I wander across it's vastness, mending gaps and loose ends. A million small journeys. Not worrying what meets where. Because it is all fitting together some how. Who would have imagined? We did. A dream is kept safe in the imagination I guess. The how might never be an obstacle if the sense of it is close by.
This is an old drawing. I once looked at it as silly.
It seems quite profound to me today.
Mom used to say It will all work out. Wait. I think I get it now.
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