I'm taking a break.
There are leaves to rake.
And soup to make.
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Just one more...
Here. What moves through. How it cuts, erases, changes, even embellishes. How it is also contained. By both inside and outside,like a dream. I suppose "home" is the thing that stands, has been standing here in so many posts. Home is a place but also a sense of place. Maybe even the sense of ownership of space that home provides. I'm thinking so fluidly this morning. It all seems just a sense of something. How my sense of so many things has changed.
You know, how you know it's over even before it's over. Which is really just going. Continuing. With a sense of something. And how long it takes is not important. It's not emotional, it is how it is. From your perspective.
I will work on Mo's pennant now. Although I do like it like this. It's ghostly form. Maybe love is simply a sense of something.
It rained all night. Gently. Eventually it stopped.
Eventually the sun will come out.
Posted on October 28, 2018 in continuing aka Just Going, dream/thought catching, flow, home, love, Patience/Eventually, season/change, seeing through things, the sense-feel | Permalink | Comments (8)
A weather day.
It's a Nor'easter.
Rain and Wind. Not cold so no snow. Not really a lot of rain. Or wind. It's OK so far. This year not much turning. Leaves seem to be shrinking. Disappearing. There is a thinning. We will see her, Old Sea, through the leaves, once again before we leave. The wind has swept the leaves, the only colored leaves, off the maples.
A few black walnuts gathered before the storm. Yesterday. I will add them to last year's soup. One more local brew then. And some pom and avocado waste in the freezer. Use it up.
Posted on October 27, 2018 in home, long cloth/pathworks, Soul-o, weathering the storm | Permalink | Comments (16)
I feel like this.
Drooping and curled inward. A bit exhausted. Needing to stretch out...
A big storm moving in tonight. I'm almost looking forward to it. I was thinking about storm, in terms of brain storming. Storm is change.
I posted this on Instagram yesterday. You can see I've added a few things. A split sphere which gives the horizontal a sense of time passing, a golden moon above, patches torn and dyed on an old flag, which made me rename it Stand for Freedom. It's not a partisan political statement , it's still about reaching out. I've also filled in the gaps of the frame with old thin cobbled cloth patched from grandma's blouse. My frame of mind is much about memories these days. Which sometimes are a kind of backward dreaming. These extended nines are as much self portraits as the stray cats. A symbol of self, the extended 9, figure standing, arms outstretched, connecting. A heart of nine.
Posted on October 26, 2018 in 9(forever), form, patchwork(mostly in perspective), self portrait, stories | Permalink | Comments (22)
Although I put notes out on Facebook and Instagram,
I know some of you were wondering what was going on.
Technical difficulties forced me to protect the site while fixing the problem. I will spare you the details. For now I'm back, the little spinning globe is gone Fixed! and the Banner needs replacing Replaced!. Just for the record, from now on, if you come here and it asks you to log in, it's just me in fixing mode. Free classes are still unavailable, I will try to fix that later today. Fixed!
There have been a few moments of stitching, imaginary home building, but not much. I will be popping a few things in the ThreadCrumbs Shop here and there but the Spirit Cloth Shop update will have to wait for the next moon.
Posted on October 23, 2018 in continuing aka Just Going, life | Permalink | Comments (41)
No idea really.
Except...Save Me from the Sameness.
Posted on October 18, 2018 in edges, home, long cloth/pathworks | Permalink
By nature, stretching, at least temporarily, alters form. Trans-forms.
The extensions have moved the edge, which was only a matter of perception anyway. I used pink like something raw. Torn.
While patching a border, gaps were left while trying to frame this with some strips of old indigo. Quite thin, fragile. What I had wasn't enough. This has given me pause to consider my current frame of mind. And reconsider frame of mind in general.
Strange folks will be walking through the house today. As you might imagine...I am not at all comfortable with that. We do what we need to do.
Whispering, the Man is sleeping.
Posted on October 16, 2018 in 9(forever), Cloth is like self, considering/reconsidering, context/frames of mind, edges, form, how it might happen, patchwork(mostly in perspective), scraps of self, transformation | Permalink | Comments (33)
Posted on October 14, 2018 in considering/reconsidering, edges | Permalink | Comments (30)
Posted on October 13, 2018 in 9(forever), patchwork(mostly in perspective), vibrating outward | Permalink | Comments (20)
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung