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The dots. In constellations, indicate (or honor) a change in direction.
A system is kind of like connecting dots.
I made thread bead dots to mark the corners of the ghost square.I connected the elements in the nine patch like a square solar system around the the sun dot(star). Now I am looking while considering what I just wrote here.
And the last of the home gown indigo. Because the deer ate the last clump. Before it bloomed. No seeds. They ate the daisies too. Before they opened. That's it. The last garden. The planted kind.
I'm not exhausted, just Tired. Tired of dark days. But let's not dwell on that. Mom's words, don't dwell on that.
Ok. I noticed again the seasonal deck shibori. I closed my eyes and said across moons quietly to myself.
Consider how one thing becomes another.
And so with the last dips, that always work themselves more towards turquoise, I began to consider how one thing might become another. The indigo over rust. Moonish, but a bit like a world. And then I thought about worlds apart. Focused on the space between worlds. But then the line emerged on the fold that seemed to highlight the in between. And then, all the while trying to engineer a blurred edge. To soften the difference between what is and what isn't which always encourages what might become...I returned to some old considering of wings, how becoming is about living in between. Embracing not this or that but reaching outward in all directions blurring the edges of that and just going.
On thing might become another if there is enough time.
Vibrating outward is life.
SunMoonStars is a home base for witnessing change.
If we have enough time will SunMoonStars become anything. Everything?
Is focus really limited to itself, or just an anchor to the that which moves through us?
Can focus add the not just going to the just going. Intention?
Here. I like that the stitch seems to hold such intention. Running walking straight through it. Standing there.
I'm doing it in a way I call Quilting over the Edge. I've included here, a video from a while back. I have also created a Quilting Page over at Feel Free. Because I'll be collecting all my old considerings about that. That is what I'll be doing in September. The Feel Free Index list has been removed from the blog sidebar. Because it is about to get Way too big. Instead the list has been moved to a separate page, Just click Feel Free Index. I also included a link to what's new.
Over the edge quilting holds raw edges well. And opens up many visual possibilities. This video is from an old post HERE.
Except for the offer of food and an occasional hug. He prefers to be outdoors.
I have given that back to him. We work it out. The door is our connection. He has his favorite rug on the bench on the deck under the big maple. And a cozy place on the front porch. And the woods. I know in deep winter he will choose a spot by the fire. For a spell. But really this is how it is. Being born outside is different than being born inside.
I keep him healthy. But here in this neck of the woods he is OK. He stays close by, but outside. And very often I find him upside down. Purring.
I have reconnected with the inner Beast. And will be taking some quiet time to stitch through Solstice, the anniversary of Mom's passing, which now gives this shift in season, into summer, new meaning each time around. And at the same time the moon is big and strong. And it's father's day. I remember Dad, how he always advised me to remember well. It's a big shift all around. It pushes me inward for another look around.
A few days back. This one. The one that left an impression.
Because of the simple way it presents shift. How small things begin. How apparent they might become simply through quiet persistence.
But remembering what mom used to say all the time. Mostly about the quiet kids in her class. Still waters run deep. That is what she used to say. It's an old proverb of course implying that a quiet or placid manner may conceal a more passionate nature. But I always remember it. In some visual ways.
And so when I turned this over. Oh! movement. So taken with the arrangement created by the folding back I thought I might try piecing that. First I did a drawing (a drawing that will generate much more than this). Just a sketch of some of the different sections as they happened. Simplifying them as block like designs. And then of course redrawing them onto a square, that basic square size I have been using for 9 (still paperless piecing). The pieces were tiny, but I thought I'll try one, which was tedious. (Probably I'll change the scale before I do some others.) I persisted. Stitched it without contrasting thread to emphasize the thread that already ran through it.
I moved to the thread, I felt, sensed it. How the thread MOVES through it. Many deep things rose to the surface. And we have Nine for the Thread that Moves Through It*. It's all here for me. Patchwork. Nine. Line. Weave. Stitch. Thread. And how I might continue.