Spirit Cloth

And it's December

Not officially, but for me it is winter.

This catmint which I started in the deck planter, well I just never transplanted it. It grew large and Soul-o often jumped up and napped in the damp compost beneath it.

Part of the plant has turned, part of it still thrives, even through all the cold. I guess I am like that in a way, but then mostly it's my roots that remain intact.  The parts you can see, well, not so much. If it makes it through the winter in the planter, I will move it to the wood's edge in spring.

I did a bit more work here. Most of the stitching though, not visible. I am also calling it Good Vibrations, this cloth that evolved In Sympathy with a Winter's Sun. I like how the dense stitch is concentrated in one area and the rest remains plain patching. And how the cloud cloth made the challenge that gave her sky legs just a little more confusing. 

Maybe I will work on the eyes a bit more, lighten them up a bit. Maybe not.

Above Us Only Sky

So the patch party is continuing in the background here, lightening heavier thoughts. And really to use up some scrap here.  Today's self is just that, a basket of scrap, amazed at how big it has become. Amazed at how small the pieces are. Trying to rebuild something useful. 

I like how the old sky can be a roof over our heads, and the thought of neighbors sharing sky. I think about what we do or don't believe divides us but really we all know there is sky. We could start there. Still looking for a larger scrap of that cloud cloth, maybe that's it. Not really liking the roof shape either, maybe just clouds. But I don't know. I guess I'll know when I feel it. Or not.

Before I look back, I am looking now. I lose track of where I am.

The other side of Magic. Which is somehow a big relief.

Not much will be going on here in December. Probably some yearly mending. I will begin Reconsidering Magic with the New Year. Maybe just take some time out for Silly as well.

And There I Was...

June 2011 Magic Diaries.

When I began by saying:

This series was set up to follow what I call larger cloth. By this I do not always necessarily mean bigger, but just slower and longer term.  Deeper maybe. I wanted a format where I could talk about that a little more. In more detail than I do on my public blog.  A place to share more personal thoughts about cloth making. A place more like home that would be more continuous and less planned.

(This photo just a still clip from the opening video) 

I have closed the door to the original series now, because no one has really visited in a long time and I need to fiddle to extract content and put it here. So there I am 10 years ago, as I recall, already thinking I was getting old. 

And here I am today. In another place and time. Feeling like I am getting older.  Maybe that is a trigger for another kind of truth. 

After moving the porch table down stairs in front of the big window where it became my studio table, the glass table that was there was moved to the porch where it became like a pond, in the morning light.

And that is just a lovely thought caught to start the day.