I woke up wondering ... should I take time off from the internet? To see what it might be like going back to that kind of life. I have seriously forgotten that life. It's been so long. It's not that I don't enjoy blogging. It's that I am curious. I remember a while back when I was working in New York City, commuting every day. I was in a crowd, we, like a sheep, all moving in the same direction, packed into a subway tunnel. Not JUST going.
All of a sudden I stopped. Stood there for a moment and turned around. They oozed around me. Kept going. I walked the other way and got on a train and went home. I never went back. Which is not my intention here. But it was not my intention then either. It's just the way it happened. And it amazed me really. It was just time. To change directions. That is how I came to be here!!! It's quite amazing isn't it? How it might go? Or not. Just thinking.
So here I am. Ok. Still a full day tomorrow for loose ends. But I've been here and there and all the while stitching small cloth.
This log cabin format, so easy with a bag of scraps. Moon in the middle this time. Some kind of home from another kind of angle. The log cabin quilt has a long history, many patterns emerged from the way it is arranged. But the block itself always says home by it's nature, how it holds and spirals around center. I always liked that part. I was thinking of making houses out of them. But then, in my mind, they became big enough to hold a house.
But really what caught me this time is how home can be the simpleness of one's own world. And so I like the idea of the moon-cabin block. I do. As I rest in the idea of simpler times. Like I do. When I need to. And I'll name this small cloth after that. A simpler time.
Home might be small but it always holds the Moon. Or the sun. Or the Stars.
Resolute in a way, about going, not just going, but almost marching.
I did a bit of Snowman Storming. Not on paper. But with bits of cloth. here are 9 of them. I let my mind wander. What a simple thing. Child's Play. I think about simple things. Snowman. What a great exercise in Building. Balance. Alignment. And now Diversity. I think it is surely worth the time taken. To consider the Snowman Snow Being. At any age.
So here there are 9 stray snow beings. Which one would you start with?
Feel Free will be moving to a website for better support of media. And community. Once I figure it all out, Loose Pages (the journal) and Spirit Cloth Language (the personal dictionary) will be added to the mix.
Thank you all for your kind support in this past year. Dream catching. Yes we can.
Mostly that doesn't happen. I wake often. And Soul-o wakes me. To talk, to eat. To go out, to... just to wake me. Last night he slept. Up early, both of us. My camera takes weird pictures in low light lately. It has many settings. It isn't the camera, it is me not knowing about all of that. So this morning is blurry even after a good sleep.
There is a red sky this morning. Dad, being a sea guy always said...
Red sun at night, sailors' delight.Red sun at morning, sailors take warning.
I always liked this version better...Shakespeare.
“Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.”
This photo looks like one of Dad's watercolors. I think of Dad. I think of turbulence. Not in terms of fear. But in terms of life.
Later, I sit here. At the mending table.
Thinking back. How naive I was when I made this quilt. That is what distances me from it now. I long for simpler times. Yet I have left them behind, as we do.
The ring around the center Nine will alternate sun and moon. Time passing. And this cloth definitely needs a bit of turbulence. And a little less Pollyanna. It will grow up over time.
Note to self, although not a new one.
Mending is Design. Design is Mending.
PS, it's that time again. Blog remodel time. Expect interruptions.