Spirit Cloth

Nine for Rain

 

A little cloth dance in process today.

Because we need the rain.

Lately there seems either too much or too little.

 

 

just home

 

 

Simple Joys

There is a lot of  fixng going on here this summer.

Not the kind where you go shopping and buy better things.

Add stuff.

Nope.

The kind that finds us UnDoing that. Paring down.

Simplifying.  Making the best of what's here.  Clearing space to breath. Place keeping. Enjoying that while it lasts.

Understanding  the amount of energy it takes to maintain. Sustain.

We are older.  Energy is precious.

 

So where as this, the old rotted garden bench, might have been trash...

It isn't.

Half gone, still a place to sit.

Looking Deeper

 

I woke up. After dreaming a dream I cannot remember. And a long rest that has left me refreshed.

And I stitched this. It's been a long time since I stitched words on a cloth.

Sometimes it is just more direct.

I have been dreaming a lot lately.

Which has me thinking about dreaming.

What an in between place it is.

Not a place to live, but a place to rest.

Remembering this. 

Looking Deeper into that which drives me.

How that gets buried so easily.

Still things grow out of it. Right through. Reminding me.

Soon it will be summer. It's warm. Things are growing.

Depending on one another.

 

Feel Free

 

In this coming month of June, The Magic Feather Cloth we call HOME will leave here  and start a new life. I've plans to continue this project in a new way come January.  I will be posting more about the finished cloth and its accessories before they travel.  The story of part 2 will unfold in the next months as I gather my ideas.  I look forward to the next leg of this journey. Thank you to all you PieceMakers for this round of giving.  I feel warmer and fuzzier as time goes on.

 

Stitching a String of Feathers

 

And yes there is still stitching.

Maybe I have slowed down even more, just to make it last.

I am lining the streaming with silk. The gentle pull of the stitches forms a soft curve. I feel like these long narrow cloths are like the old skin shed from the serpent of days.

Revitalized

What a winter in one room.

The rest of the house fell apart.

I finished painting the bathroom. Expecting guests this summer. I love to paint things white.

The old CD cabinet just fits there. A tiny space, this extra bathroom, more like a closet. This looks fine after some white paint.  I don't have CDs any more anyway.  Stored most of my music digitally and gave them away. And I don't buy them. No plastic comes with downloads. And less stuff. More space.

She is a mirror.  Always liked that  idea.

 Handwoven linen washcloth by Susan Johnson of Avalanche Looms.

A Long Time

It's been a long time since I bent a needle.

That's probably because it takes a long time.

Today, I realize I am a bit like this needle.

In some simple way. I sense something IN me. The part that endures. That which does not break but bends. Does not break because it bends. Remaining ever useful.

It's a been a long time since I began the cloth we call Home.

So much time has passed. One needle. I woke up thinking that maybe the witnessing of time passing is as important as the cloth itself. (The children have been watching.)  To know that it, has in itself, taken on the shape of persistence.  Which clearly , on this day, I sense, once again, is the key to new form. And how we learn. 

These final days with the cloth, I feel them as the most important.  The freeing of the feathers and stones from the main cloth. Being one with that will stay with me forever.  There is something special there.  I think they have become more immediate as dream catchers. Free.

How dreams bend our waking thoughts.  Give us a glimpse of the power of imagination. New eyes.

I look at these strings of feathers. What if I had sewn them all end to end. Would they reach around the world?  Probably not you say.  In my dreams, most definitely.   I wake up.  Yes they do.  In so many ways not yet counted.

Fringe is my symbol for continuing.

Notes to self:

Bend like a needle.

Catch your dreams.

Water the garden.

 

Connected

 

Streaming

Overlooking