Spirit Cloth

Then and now

When I lived at home, I used to draw on the walls.

Still , these days, when I cannot find paper, I use the walls.

In this way, I have never grown up.

PS. I also write on things.

Like when I named my loom and didn't want to forget.

A Yellow Day

This morning I woke up and sensed something was different.

Warm. It was warm!

And there they are!

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Dandelions are food here, why not dye?

Currently following along in Ulrike's online class.

Nice to be a student for a change.

To enjoy the day at the same time.

 

Rock Shadow Cloth

A day. Magnificent.

This kind of day.

Sunny. Cool. No bugs.

Cloth spread out. Outside.

Working from the corners inward. The nature of the cloth is forming.

I am going to stitch Bear George on this side. Soul-o too.

He is asleep under the deck. I can see him through the cracks.

George

This is George.

But early yesterday afternoon he was just That Dog. The dog that showed up on the deck outside the studio. That ran all over the property . The dog that ran right in the door when I opened it. That tore through the house , ate the cat food in 2 seconds. Knocked everything over.
The dog that ran out again. The dog that Soul-o chased. The dog that turned and chased him up a tree. And then into the woods. The dog that came back and I tried to catch and finally did. The hungry and thirsty dog. The exhausted dog. The very dirty dog.  The dog that seemed starved for affection. I called the number on the tag. An 800 number. Gave them his ID number. Waited. Not being a dog person, worried about my cat.  Waited. A call back.  Lots of questions. To make sure it was the right dog, and not  a different dog with the wrong tag. ???? Waited hours. For the someone who would come get the dog.  And then. After hours, a call back.  He was a neighbor's dog.  The house below.  That guy that doesn't like the smell of woodsmoke or stray leaves on his side of the fence. Or dandelions. Or me.

Two questions I was left with.

What kind of system is this?

Why was the dog so dirty, hungry, thirsty, and sleeping at my feet?

The owner came. The guy's wife. Come George (who was not very excited). Into the back of the van.  The  person who was supposed to come came just then.  Ha ha ha while the dog waited. And I was left standing there on the driveway.  A brief sort of thank you with no eyes meeting.  Except me and George. Goodbye George, I said.

Soul-o returned after dark.

The electric is fixed. Done. Paid for.

Although still cool, today will be a bit warmer than yesterday.

I have in my mind to check on George now and then.

A small act of cloth Kindness

 

It was in the scrap basket. Buried.

Some stray feather leftover from  what-iffing. Whenever.

Left unattended to.

I needed something small. To hold. To attend to.

To give me a sense of being able to help.

I'll mend it into something.

A few stitches then.

My space bar is sticky.  If I don't hit it really hard,  everythinglookslikethis.

Some small repairs left to the electric will keep things up and down for a few days.  So I will be stitching, trying to post a picture now and then. But see you in May.

 

The last Sunday in April

Not a great  day.

Some anxiety.

Some rearranging.

Some red wine.

But then, still a day.

Better then no day.

So Ok.

Then.

 

The Center of the Earth

 

 

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So right now it is there.

Like a living thing.

I'll come back to it later.

Even if it just to feel it again.

Quilting

Yesterday was cold.

I did a lot of the quilting on the earth side of home.

The rings of stitching needed to hold the silk from sliding.

I stitched and stitched.

Well into the dark hours. At one point I was stitching in the dark. Feeling my way.

Fingers become eyes in the dark.

Right?

I just let it go. It flowed from me. Made me lighter.

My thumb joint needed a bit of Arnica rub before bed.  Today will be warmer but not much. They say.

But who knows?

Grass

It's cold. Too cold for my liking. For April.

But not for Grass. Grass is happy. Maybe even hoping it will stay this way.

And that's the way it is.

Turning a corner

Hard to believe, maybe, that I am still stitching so much on this cloth but feeling at the same time that it is really done. I think that is because the  uncertainty is over.  Now things are just falling into place. As if I dreamed it and I have awoken to a clear day and I am just remembering a story. Not making one up.

I am refining the Four Corners.

I am also noticing the weight of the cloth. The more I add, the lighter it seems to become.  I think the silk base on the earth side did that. As I quilt through, the silk has a strange effect on the drape and feel as it joins with the rest of the cloth layers.  I get the impression it becomes thinner as I go. It UnDoes a kind of heaviness that has lingered through winter. In this way it is kind.

We almost had a freeze last night.

More feathers will be added to the jagged edges on this side. I may have to cut some from their backing to fit them together. Bring them closer. In this way space again becomes important, but in a different way. Less of it.

Please note... I have rebalanced and find myself with many family and friend type folks in far away places  that miss me on Facebook so I have put the link back in the sidebar and will simply post there in moderation. Not really spending much time there, but there all the same.