Spirit Cloth

The color of Monday

I have been at Mom's for a few days.  This will be a schedule for  a few weeks  as my brother takes care of some business.   As the month winds down,  I am focused again on simplifying.  Life has become overly complicated.  A never ending battle to sort though what is important.   I have cut Facebook out of the picture.  My page is still there but I will not really be posting  anything.  I want to be  less thin.  I will  let the cloth be that instead.   Facebook has broad reach, it helped me  make new friends.  And maybe it tempts me with more attention.  But I have to stay here now.  Be who I am where I am.   One home on the internet is enough,  when I have to be more place at once in real life.  I suppose real friends might follow wherever you go.  We'll see.  Most of the folks I consider close come here anyway. 

Focusing on White at Diaries has helped me.   Not so much as a color but as  quiet place to consider.  Consider with others.  Some great work going on over there.  Some great  struggling as well.   I hope to share some "white work"  from the series as time goes on. 

Today I dipped some thread in a dormant vat , the weather has warmed up and  lo and behold, there was still some blue.   In some new refreshed way, I am ready to  focus on color now.  Segment two of Diaries.  But White will linger. I know.  

Mom is better. But not well.  Never will be really.  I face that  with renewed  clarity.  Trying.  Being right there  makes that unavoidable.  Everything we pass though  seems to rub off.  

a simple thread

 

We. Started out making shoelaces.  I held the string . He showed me the plaiting.  We talked about what we learned as children.  Many things were the same even though we grew up on different sides of this earth.

He made this.  For me.  It holds a rock he found at the Grand Canyon.  He went without me.  And learned to fly.   Came back a pilot.  He is like a bird.  A natural feel for it. 

 

It amazes me.  The work involved in holding lives together.   We have so many differences.   But we also have a a lot in common.   And he has beautiful hands.  Always did.

Not being Here or There

It's September,  two more moons past July.   I was out taking a photo of the first fallen leaves on the deck.   I caught sight of a loose thread.   A bridge.

 

Space could be an  illusion of nothingness. More like the shadow of somethingness.   The shape of  ego-less-ness.   Being less sure perhaps.   And thus, a new chance for a Journey into Self Discovery. 

I have created a new space for links and things,  working on it.....

blues on a stick

wordless, day 1

Yesterday

Yesterday there was Big Wind,  and my thoughts were tossed.  Broken apart.  Breaking things apart is not losing them,  there is always a way back.  A thread.  I feel like this one is a map in a way.  A map of change.  Or a promise.  I am happy with the way I split the moon ( a Glennis moon of course) . How it gives a sense of continuing.  I could see this as a floor cloth,  a QU-UG.  If it were larger.  And I have named it promise.  It is not done yet.

Today, a soft breeze on the horizon.  

The sunrise through a cat's ear. 

I sit quietly, still struggling with the direction for the Magic Feather Cloth.  Tossing ideas in my head.  It might be, that I always work in such a solitary place, and I am not used to so many voices in one cloth.   I am still listening.  Not everything worthwhile comes that easy.  I am aware that I am involved in too many things.  I just turned down a publishing offer and  the chance at a small local show.  Because it is all too big to hold.  I did promise to do an interview for a publication,  but I don't know.  I think quiet is more of a tool for me.  It is my food in a way.  I am not good at  a lot of what dealing with people involves.  Especially certain people who are interested "getting something" from me.  Talking to Myself.   With friends.  With Family.  Talking with Cloth.  This leads me to new Form.   Growth.   And there seems to be just enough of that right here.   How big does the circle need to be really?