Spirit Cloth

Just Today

Soul-O. The magic cat. He sleeps there now. On a patchwork pillow. As close to me as he can be without actually being in the bed. I discourage that because he is an outside cat and there are often stray ticks looking for a free ride.

On the floor, my yoga mat from Woven Yogi. I roll right out of bed onto it. Greet the day. I posted it here, hanging between uses. Kristin is an old friend. I know her as just one of those people who has no agenda except to be the best she can be. I thank her for that.

I am still trying to transfer my links from PlaceKeeper. I have just added Woven Yogi to the Being Mindful in Business list which is now in the sidebar. Folks I know,trust..soften these hard days.

Sorting through old cloth today.

When sorting though old cloth, which I am doing, because it's an easy thing to do while waiting for spring, and it feels like I am staying close to cloth even when I am not stitching, I often make rainbows. Personal ones.

I'm floating.

Horrified by many things. Trying to figure out how to balance them.

A Little Green

 

Winter lingers too long.

More snow tomorrow.

Patience wears thin. It must be propagated.

Oh!

A surprise. One of the dried Blackberry Lily seeds must have fallen into the Avocado pot...

And growing from the scrap pile, patchwork 3s. A little green, because I need it.  And because after all, I am a little bit Irish.

I've said it before, I have never had a favorite color. They are all beautiful. To expand vision you need a full spectrum.

These, the beginnings of some spring strays. The two on the bottom right could be sisters. Cut from the same cloth. But different.

Green Eyes close by.

I feel older. Not in any negative physical way. But wiser maybe. Like I've crossed a line.  I feel myself drifting away from certain things. Further away from aspiration, judgment and closer to peace and patience. I'm not sure what that means. Maybe just a sense of something. I do notice that I turn the computer off a lot. That I get less done. Hardly notice. Less seems like enough. There I go, rocking inward again. It's been a while.

 

Wind Dance

 

 A quiet day

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March Stray

We are ok. More rain and sleet than snow.

The ice is the big problem and the cold wind. We are sort of stuck here for a couple of days. Could get out but don't really need to. So we will wait for a bit of a melt.

Found a stray in the scrap basket. They are mixed into what I am sorting. Added a bit of warmth . Fireside.

A little photo play this morning...

...gives an idea for continuing.

A lot of chores and a little stitching for today.  Power up and down. Soup.

PS. Some delay in getting to the post office this week, so bear with me.

Power Down

Posting from my phone.

Ice storm mostly. Windows and Skylights coated. Strange light.  We are encased, like an igloo.

Big Wind. House is creaking.

The Man sleeps through it.

We are holding hands.

Soul-o has crossed a line.

Considering Sympathetic Form

And how magic

might come to hold an unborn moon.

and become like a basket.

Typically March. Wild.

 Frozen solid.

I did manage a double faced moon last night, with a bit of dye, doodle and stitch. Fireside.

Just a bit of stitch.  I love how many ways these dyed circles can grow into story.  And here how the weave in the cloth works right through it all. My favorite part was stitching that little eye.

The indigo vat seems happy by the woodstove. Happier than me. I'm itching for Spring. Again.

ThreadCrumbs will reopen later today. I'm off to stock up on supplies.

The Plan ( yeah right...)

Ha.

Planning.  Already design mending . Feel Free. Has to be Nine.

This is just a mock up page I've been working with.  I want Nine main categories. I'm still playing with what they should* might be. How to align the content to fit to Nine.

Feel Free to suggest anything along the way.

Loose Pages is my Visual Journal. Story includes my Spirit Cloth Language (symbols) system. I'll need help with Dye. But I will start with what I know, or I am doing rather. There will be an alphabetical index as well. A glossary.

I am using Wordpress Software on a private website. Because it is dependable. And I like the flexibility (since I want to build it from scratch without a template) but it is a learning curve. It's not free but I can handle it thanks to your continuing support.

This will be a big challenge. But I feel good about it.

* Mom always said..."don't should yourself".

I am away now for a couple of days. Home, but not here, with more than just a bit of snow coming tonight, followed by cold days that should might have been in February. And that's the way it might go. 

 

At Each moment

And even in between.

Changed.

They (the stars, practice, for another project)are just pinned here. To keep them for a while.

They seem like some sacred wish. In this moment.

A prayer is a wish. Or sometimes a thank you.

I am "God"Less. But I am filled with Prayer.

 

I am interested in alignment, and the inherent sense of power in that.  How things align also gives form. One-ness. How that might change. Shape. Form. Alignment is an expression of change. Although we often sense it as a constant. It assumes some previous chaos. Maybe a momentary reprieve. Sometimes a ceremony.

Note to self: a symbol is a kind of alignment.

On another subject. Feel Free. Am I over working the idea? Is it enough? Should I keep going? What do you imagine about it? Should I just start again with A?

I'll be away tomorrow. Things to do.

Another note to self. I love how I can change these little dyed components into anything at all. Shape-shifting. By adding. Like vibrating outward might change me as well.

 

 

Some Grey Tuesday

That this kind of day.

A lights on kind of day.

At the foot of the bed, in the sleep loft, on the wall, a photo by my son. The Boy. It's big one. It reminds me of my folks. The old sea. It actually seems bigger than it is.

I've probably said it before, but I can get right in it.  Away.

Not unlike cloth.

Away is so needed right now. Beyond politics, it's the man himself. Just Saying, ideology aside, he's an ass.

I need to get back to Feel Free. The organizing. The way to do that.

I've been stitching stars. Needle Chanting. Hoping for a plan.

What I ended up with was ShapeShifting. With a note to self:  "...the transformative edge of going..."

That was big enough for today. I'll talk more about it tomorrow.

Seems there might be some snow coming.