Spirit Cloth

still going

The last of the indigo blossoms have been gathered.  Among  busy bees.    The last  of the  summer's fresh leaf dye baths  yielded  a bit of faded color.   After the plant blooms,  the leaves are tired... even after an overnight dip, I only get a very  light blue, a turquoise and eventually a greyed green.    And then nothing.    All beautiful  as a record of the  change in temperature and season.  

Somehow , today, I like these colors the best,  the ones that struggle to be.

Maybe a dip in the walnut pot will make them into some sort of transitional shades.

The colors of in-between.

Mother, son, Home

My son took these photos. I love them.

Home.

 

(Pictured here, the magic feather cloth #1, Home. 

Read about the magic feather  project up top or in the sidebar.  For now)

 

Equinox Cloth

Just a little cloth to celebrate light and dark, a magic stitch on indigo,

and the simple beauty in that.

Reach

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Rings of Home

I thought.   A ring of wings, there, but not there.   Divide the space with  going.  A sense of  freedom.  Yet.   A sense of safety.   Some sort of reassuring balance.     Maybe I will put more space between them.   

One might leap from one to another.  Like flying.


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Power up

 

It was a good storm.  A bit of windfall and life goes on.    The power will be on and off today.   But we are OK.   I was up till 3AM listening to the wind.  I will go take a nap.

Tornado watch till 6AM

 

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Two trees down.   11 hours to go.  Powering down.

There might be a slight pause in my online class presence.  See you later...

Just looking as usual

...and still thinking about space.

Moon weaving and space

 

 

There are many ways.  To weave across moons.   I am trying to find out just how many.   And  according to current calculations,  and my journal,  162, mostly still in the What if (?) form....   And probably more.  This one is half woven,  an old piece from  cloth to cloth, that  transformed   over time after  traveling many moons  to find a bit more space.... and not "there" yet.  This new occupation with space and wing... has me considering the scale of my work in a new way. A Big way. 

I am calling this one Half Woven in Space.  I feel a bit like that lately, actually maybe a bit less than half. 

Speaking of many moons,  the Magic Feather Cloth has been in process for a while now,  and I am going to give its own special space.   Space to be, to stretch out.  Unfold.  Working on that.

Yesterday I found someone on facebook, using a photo of my cloth as a banner for their page.   I couldn't get an answer  in terms of why.

 

Chilly Sunday

Caught  on  camera wrapped in flannel and Wind.   A chilly morn.

I go to the front window.

When Was came here, she had a scar from being spayed.  I had seen strays here, young cats, that were gray like her, but they were very frightened and never came close.

I think this is her son.  Could it be?    He has been here  all day.

This is very Spooky.

My heart beats very fast.

He will not come too close.

I named him IS anyway.