Spirit Cloth

Quietly waiting for June

We got some inexpensive wine.  It was good. Sometimes it isn't. 

It felt like March last night.

Plans to spend the weekend unplugged.

See you later.

Something(s)

Somewhere. Flying. Or changing to accommodate that.  Home. I call it that.  A safe place to consider transformation without  fear of falling.

A few scraps of self.  A little help from my friends. Poof.   !  

 

1954

 

I can clearly remember this day. 

I tried to carry as much of that sand home as possible. 

 Today is not a beach day so I went there in my mind.

There have been so many beach days in my life.

I am grateful for that.

And that old sea.

 

May turns cold

Soul-o aka Chikken aka Bugs wore himself out yesterday. A day that almost seemed like July.  This morning's temperatures  in the 50s, he decided it was an indoor day and took up residence near the cloth I call Home. Went into a rainy day coma.

I finally sneaked the cloth  away from him and  did a little stitching.  Pattern is on my mind.  I will be considering that a lot soon. 

Between the oak droppings, the caterpillar droppings and the drizzle, I have decided to make it an indoor day as well.  There is lots of stitching to do.

Moons come and go

 

Today I made this collage, which I like.

But really as these moons ( learned  from Glennis) 

spilled out onto the table, they

reminded me of stones.

Which reminded me to start sorting through the basket of stones

before applying them to the other side of Home.

And ... so... this morning,  I did let

The gathering of cloth stones for the Magic Feather Project started back here.  You might click the category for gathering stones at the foot of the post to see some others  as well. If you missed all that.

I am also reminded today, how many moons have passed since I began this whole thing..

Almost June

Mostly the stitching done today is not that obvious.  But the cloth feels better. Likewise,a lot of the tweaking of the blog was done behind the scenes to facilitate some changes that will be coming in June.  Thanks for your patience.

Just a minute ago I stitched this.  Still defining the lives between the wings.

How it might go

This blog will be  unavailable, probably tomorrow.   Just doing stuff. So if you are prompted for a password, just go along and check back in a day or so. Spring cleaning.

See You Later.

Home at midnight

The cloth now calls for stillness after long days of stitching.  Each time it rests I find new forms.  I love how a  large cloth reveals itself  when not flat open.   When rolled or folded or  resting in a heap.  It recomposes itself.

It will need ties. 

But today I will feather the warm  corner.

May turning

 

The inside

The Other Side of the cloth I call Home is still quite raw.  The inside of Home. As the details are added to the flying things along the flight path,  the embroidery shows gently through.  Like little  bright spots in the vast chaotic space.  Slowly a path is emerging.  A way to follow.  Threadcrumbs.

A center stone fell into place this morning.  A warm one.  I have had it in my pocket for a while.  I remember it.

Home. Almost all the safety pins have been removed.  It holds itself.