Spirit Cloth

all one thing

Looking.

I altered these photos with a filter to make them look worn. I put a few pieces together on the wall. The ones within reach. When I do this, it is an exercise in probability. They will probably fit together. That is my Seeing theory... if I remain true to my vision. And then, you know, even if they are "new" they always seem like something ancient when they are put together as one. The filter was used to emphasize that.  They are just pinned over the cloth I call A DEEP Pool of Thought.

Last night I unfolded Holding Pattern. I am holding and will be holding this one now. It is a gift for My Son and The Woman, and I want to finish it before the end of the year.  I have been working on it for so long, it is an old cloth.

So now, just quilting, while I wait for a new computer.

The time it takes.

Managing Edges

I suppose I have composed one of my selves.

Made the base cloth a bit longer because I felt the need for more space.

An old print overdyed with indigo. Ripped to size.

I cut along the side of the print so I might slide the patchwork into the base cloth. Integrate the two. For Oneness. Of course, I could have slit the base cloth and woven her right in... like I did here. (...how long I have been at this One-Ness thing)

To stabilize the cut and place, I added a strip of very light cloth to the other side. A little longer at the top end so I could fold it over and hug the top edge. Probably I will add fringe to the bottom. For continuing. Now for some glue-stitching.

A Path-Work, long cloth. Needed.

Are all paths the same? Who knows?

Building Woman

1,2,3.

 

The Fertility Patch base.

I am already imagining a little stitch.

I am filling the gaps with small cloth, while I mend my technology for the return to larger cloth.

Some other kind of energy

A Moon. Always a whiteboard opportunity. For story. 

Days fly by at such a frightening speed really, lately, I am  thrown off course. Then I think, what course?  I really have lost that sense of direction that keeps me focused.  My sleep is off, mealtime is off. I have little notes posted here and there to remind me of regular activities or to hold loose thoughts.

Last night we drank wine. It's been a while. We order Clean Wine online and drink less to keep our immune system intact. The Man  decided I need a computer.  Not his, but my own. And he is going to order one for me. He knows about this stuff.

I was sure it was just wanting one and not needing one but no, he convinced me. "It keeps you focused. You need it." I think he has just had it with the cloud around me. So we re-budget and drink to that.

I did stitch. Something moved through. And talking, it's good to know I can do this. 

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