Spirit Cloth

A quiet beginning

 

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...and ok, just one more heart.

 I have pieced together some flannel, for an extra layer,  a little loft, and we, the cloth and I, are on the table, connecting.  Starting is such a simple thing. You just do it.

I posted a lot today because I will not be posting for a while.  See you later.

This post is related to the Magic Feather project.

time and heart

OK. I've had my fill with hearts  for a while.  I am going to finish what's here this weekend.  Time  to get back to rings.

38 minus 1

 I started tacking the stones to a temporary cloth.  just to see them together, to keep them in plain sight.   I've numbered them on the back, which has me thinking, maybe I could stitch them on to the actual feather cloth as I receive them, in number order, as they arrive. Like stepping stones to something. Maybe a path forward.

I just added one from Lorraine..., 3 from Joan Turner,  and 9 from Mary Ruth Smith... somehow I lost the one I made, so I will make another. 

If you are not familiar with the Magic Feather project, read here.

the shape of persistence

It has taken a few years, but this one feels just right now.

Rolling

A beginning ceremony.

 

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And look what rolled in today, they are gathering no moss.

 9 stones from Cheryl.

and 2 more from Vanessa..

That makes   25!

 

Gathering slowly

And so the trips to the mailbox are once again filled with giving.

And this little package  held 9!  Nine more stones,  That makes 14.

Thank you Henrietta.

Your stones are home, safe and sound.

(This is part of the magic feather project, read more about it here. )

If you are going to participate, I have gathered the instructions once again here, on an information page.  Please read before making stones.

Sustain-ance

This one seems to keep going. 

Thus the name Sustainance.  I chose the newer version of the word  sustenance, which usually refers to food...  newly defined: simply that which keeps something in existence. (From the Urban Dictionary) 

That which keeps something in existence.  Like the sun. Like community. Thinking a lot about that lately.  The sun here has morphed into something a little bit egg shaped with all the handling.   In this case, perfect.

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Gathering Stones

Here we go!

Thank you Deanna.... four beautiful stones.  I love how they were stitched to the paper.   4.  We have 4!

And one from me, that makes 5!

I will be recording the gathering of the stones here and have created a category, a link in the side bar that will gather the posts for viewing.

You can read the post about the stones here,  where you will find a tutorial.  Keep them simple.  Just like this.

Capturing moment

So the cloth was flung on the floor. Just to see its size.  It settled, moved by it's own breeze. Remembering the small journey.  And before I turned it over, (because even though this looks like the side I will work on, it is the other side)  I just had to wonder.  Can I capture this.  This movement? 

Because it has a sense of carrying. sweeping. Curling into.

I do this a lot.  Let the moment play out.   For a while.

It is almost a wind keeper.

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If you are not familiar with this project, click the link in the top menu bar.

What is she thinking?

You know, when you are really busy, when you have a list of things a mile long. To Do.  Oh, you think, I better get going, do those things,  I need to do those things.  And then, well, you don't do those things. Instead you do something else. Anything else.

Pick salad. Because it is there and a salad would be delicious.

Or notice a little friend just going.  This seems like quite a long break,  because your little friend is going really slowly, but it is so soothing to watch each step measured and sure.  Even if it is a journey to eat all the leaves off the trees.

And then you line up a few leftovers from some other things, just to use them, just to see how they will look. It only takes a minute.  And then just a moment more to think... gee, that could almost be a self portrait.  What if we are just of a collection of leftovers arranged in a way that works at the moment?

I know, I have driven folks around me a bit batty at times.  I know they have often thought, "what is she thinking?".  Now I  just do it for them.  It is good to know.   Creative thought is strongly present in the moments we need to escape.  The height of invention.  It just takes a moment, in between what you have to do, to think about what you might want to do and how you might do it.  I never pass up the chance to daydream. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a few things To Do.