Spirit Cloth

Little Squares

Building corners, now anticipating changes in direction.

This is how many little 1.75" squares I have left from what was prepared a while back.  I'm running out of the white/light colored ones.  That might be an opportunity for something.  This math was also used for Nest of Days. Which is waiting for me around here somewhere.

Oops...

Here it is. Just in time.

Eventually

Eventually, last night, the big deep breath came.

 

There was room enough for that. And I jotted down, for my own reference...

.........

replace (undo) instant

with eventual.

the old fashioned version

of how it might go.

.........

Hold Pattern(aka Eventually)

has taken form in my mind's eye.

 

Adding Space.

Space. Funny how, for me, the concept, or even the word Space, conjures something big. Or at least bigger than what was previously considered. Even though space could be small.

These new squares are larger. 3 x the size of the basic small unit.  3 x 1.75" = 5.25". A ring of these will bring the cloth closer to 5 feet square quickly. (these muslin squares have been cut down slightly from 6" squares once set aside for another quilt long ago. Leftovers rescued.)

I'm not planning, just generally going. And then looking at where I have gone. With no regrets. I like the floor. At least the cloth is at rest horizontally.

Although the grid has begun to shift, I have not yet changed the math. Still using the little squares I had prepared. For filling in the corners of the square ring making.

When I began I was obsessed with keeping my place, X marking the spots I had been.  I gave it up.  Now the corners simply mark my change of direction in new found space.  So I might remind myself of the hug of the rings. Trust it's form.

S  p  a  c  e  .

I said make some space. I need space. How much?

Enough. You'll know.

At first my sense of space was colorless.

Then I thought maybe there were two ways to look at looking at the pattern. The blackness of the old deep indigo became just as colorless as a choice.  Space. Light or dark. Both?  And then one becoming another. Which pattern am I holding? The thing or the "not thing"? They hold each other she says to herself.  Is holding an option, a choice, a wish?  Or is holding a revelation?

Meanwhile... in a lighter moment...

...an entire village formed around a single tree. And all seemed OK.

A Day Unlike any Other...

(re)Considering the nature of our days.

7 AM

Rain.

Lamplight.

 

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The sun just came out. I've turned the comments off for a bit as I wander into a place with no word filled explanation.