Spirit Cloth

Goodbye October

It was nice day... autumn chores.  A good healthy dinner.  Some silly stuff.  November will begin with heavy storms.  Right now, the calm before that.

a little Halloween Cloth

What if I am becoming a nine patch?

 

Halloween 1988

 

 

And that was my real hair.

 

 

Where am I in October?

I love this still life with cloth below.  I like these kinds of pictures in general.  Today this says so much of my truth.  How I am rocking back and forth between the day and cloth.  Between doing and undoing.  How one becomes the other.  More or less. And I love how the shadow near the cloth is really the light from this glorious October morn.

It is comforting, this unrolling, and rolling back into old stories, refreshing them in a way with new  touches of thread.  Making bigger pictures out of them in a way.  Simply by feeling the time that has passed.

So this cloth which was originally part of a stitched base called Something about Earth, and then Miles from Nowhere,  was split in half and was the leftover when Button Face claimed the other half as Wilderness.  It evolved into a new journey  which I called A dream without words for a while. Because I had none.  At one point a woven self  appeared.  Which really made it not just anywhere but Somewhere.  Now that thing (which takes forever to stitch,by the way)that runs through her. Me. That thing has shown evidence of growth.  Today it seem a bit like a tree.  I might call it looking for self and finding her.  Or maybe Everywhere.

Almost then.

What's pulling me?

 

Maybe the Big Picture is more like Dancing?

Dancing is a kind of Pair-ing.

I am going outside to Dance with Leaves.  To clear my head. To toss the compost piles.  To prune the raspberries. To move some wood closer to the house.  To dig onions.  To mulch the garlic.  To harvest walnuts and sumac.  To build a bigger trellis for the grapes.

Later, a little stitching and probably a little doodling.

Meanwhile in the spirit of things, I have renamed this one  Dancing with Leaves. I almost want to name everything that today. I can feel myself dancing with the lighter side of things in the coming days.  Just to rock back out a little. Create some wind. I've decided to dress up for Halloween.

And today, I love how Karen is dancing with nine,in her own way.  Karen's Hankie Nine Patch cloth.

 

Later.

Although warm, the season turned glorious today...

And I can see a patch of old sea.

Monday happenings

 About 6 hours after sunrise.

They came through.  The deer are back.  Chicken went to hide in a tree. Or to get a better view.  He didn't say.

I potted up only Part of  the big Aloe.  For my son. His new place has lots of light.

The last morning glory.

I have to be outside all day tomorrow. It will be warm and the garden needs some preparation for winter. Big work. Sleeping early.

Undoing nine

Just paring it down.  Looking at the parts of things. (UnDoing is really a kind of Doing she reminds herself.) A kind of less that is more. Considering what you see. This Great Undoing that  crept in a while back.... it has been resting.  UnDoing takes time.  Energy. 

And so , as the result of a small journey many small journeys, a new symbol.  Still rooted in traditional patchwork. Still square.  Time.  I am keeping track of all these symbols.  They are part of an evolving picture language.  A kind of personal puzzle piece system.  Because through image, I find words. I know that about myself.

Time, it seems,  is loosely at the center of this piece.  Which, yes, I spent time stitching on last night.  Adding a few stitches and that thing that runs through it. Which at first seemed like wind.

I love that I can say this one is UnDone.

This one is UnDone!

So no longer the year of the Great UnDoing.  The time (in my life) of the Great UnDoing.  I undid the calendar  a long time ago. 

Unrolling how one heart might affect another

Maybe UnDone by time, what ever I was thinking. I thought.

But then I have built a path back.

It was a question. ? How might it happen?

Actually not UnDone, same thoughts.  But no desire to change anything. Not finished but perhaps exhausted... pretty much.  I will let it hang there until tomorrow. See. I am looking at the center. That rotation of dark and light. That logic of how it simply goes.  Is.  The true-ness of nothing more than that. How and What, not why.

I am happy to find this consistency in my path of thought. Though sometimes I feel lost, I keep meeting my real self over and over on each small journey.  Finding a simple companionship in that.  Thinking about how travelling companions might not necessarily be on the same path but simply meeting now and then to share a moment along the way.  How that can be just fine, the way it might go.

 

Before dawn

 

I woke up rested with nothing new to say. I wonder how long that will last?  Waiting to see if the sun comes up.

It did. I think I will paint the kitchen yellow.

Just a little rain

Pitter.

Patter.

Again. All night long.  Not heavy rain.  Just a little rain.  This morning, still a little rain.  I made the best of it. 

  And.  From now on a Rainy Day is pancake day.

 

Pancakes

Three for me.

6 for him. 

Nine.