Spirit Cloth

humming to myself.

Cleaning, sorting, two cloths left hanging.

About shelter. I count 12 what-ifs here, nice to know we might build shelter with questions.  I have so many. 

I've placed a link to Part 2 of Patchwork in Perspective in the sidebar for convenience. That's me as a loose patch. I also posted a short note over there, a kind of pre-class ramble.  If you signed up and did not receive your password, please email me.

The new blue beast was found buried in the soil. I don't remember this being my son's toy. Must be from prehistoric times. Over the fireplace, the line-up of travelling companions has become so diverse, but still they seem to get along. Just going has a common sense, I guess. 

I wonder what will be dug up around here when I am gone. Probably cloth. It seems to grow here.

Standing

By example...

To keep my sense of self real

I step back to look

at a week's (seemed like forever) stitching and thinking

 

and see it all becomes, again, a loose patch...

Part 1 of Patchwork in Perpective has been updated.  Thank you for tagging along.

And Inevitably

New eyes...

I have not put this one down for long in the last days. I was drawn to its unfinished after so long state of being.  It has helped to draw from the personal library of symbols I carry with me. It has helped not to try to make it anything but a record of comfort. Using it to talk to myself without words. 

Everything is changing, not because we are moving, but because everything is changing.  We do not have to go. Maybe, we were thinking, maybe just to refresh the sense of that then. Change.  When everything around you changes, it might be easier to sense what is still standing. I feel a calm in me, standing here, there.  I think of how many times in my life I have made changes, or mostly NOT, to accommodate the thoughts of others.  Maybe my parents, family or friends, teachers, even old selves.  I suddenly feel no obligation to anything but chance. And sense.  

Eyes. New Eyes give us broader vision. Perspective.  There are always new eyes, it takes practice to be ale to manage and use so many. To see without judgement.

I have many decisions to make. Deciding is a kind of sorting, packing.  In the spirit of rocking back and forth... tomorrow back to the sea, Sunday back to the mountains.  And then again as necessary.

Patchwork in Perspective , the final online sharing series, will continue through the chaos of moving.  

Part 1, Thought Catching, posting weekly on Wednesdays, will morph into What if Wednesday over time.

Part 2- Small Cloth/ Puzzle Pieces and Loose Patches is about to begin on July 1.  And let's just say it will be what it will be. I will make an introductory post on Friday. 

A Circle

The circle always forms.

Visible or not.

There is so much not new about this one, still, I have never seen it before.  

Things are crazy, but I will make an introductory post  for Part 2/Patchwork in Perspective in a few days.  

The Art of Going

Is confusion not knowing?  Or is it a softness that comes to protect you from knowing. A cloud to rest in.

I don't think there is any better way to teach but by example.

That is how we teach ourselves. 

If we are lucky, it doesn't take too much time to realize that knowing is an obstacle to that.

 

 

I flipped solstice over. Took the background out so I could look through.  Solstice past and solstice present.  And I can imagine solstice future very clearly. It is formless. A dream.  And I can't wait to see.

And just like that, I realized that Patchwork in Perspective has suddenly taken on an evolutionary aspect. I need words, but they shall come, in time.

Today we drive to a house by the sea.

Who knows?

I carry my cloud with me. A temporary Coma.

 

How it Seems

Maybe it's the reality of uprooting...

that has me reconsidering change as simply shift...

The thread that runs though it is a place-keeping device.

Solstice, Cloth,  past and present, now future...like season, still has a sense of home in it. 

I took the cloth of solstice past off the wall, realizing that by itself I could call it finished, but together with this new one, which is an old sun moon stars base, well together with this one it is just a step toward tomorrow. I love the similarities,consistencies and the differences.  How the today cloth has a less structured grid. And how the circle holds it together.

How they could be connected physically, how they are connected even if not.

And then how both of them are loose patches, components of a lifetime of considering shift. Season. 

On the lighter side, it's been raining for days. Maybe I'm  just wishing for more than one sun. 

Am I confused?  You bet.

Some of you asked...

Mom.

In a pool of Silk Velvet.  The cloth mentioned in yesterday's cloth.

1949 I think...

And that cloth from yesterday,

now in the context of Summer's arrival.

How much season is part of us.

Whoosh Revisited

Hello. Again.

The only picture I thought to take...

I stitched a bit on a cloth after returning home. Home? Mostly because I was too tired to sleep. You know.

Right now I am considering pillow.  I need a place to rest.  Some of the velvet from Mom's wedding dress is patched into this one. A soft spot.  She was always one to say relax, think positive and everything works out...

I'm talking about about that in class today.  Keeping at it...with thoughts of letting it move through...

And yes, I will continue with part 2. Maybe with a bit more space between patches.

Swept up and Carried

We're off to the mountains today.

Whoooh, and then back again tonight, Whoosh...

7 hours of driving.

I'm in it, it is in me.  I'll talk about this piece in class Wednesday.  Today I am calling it

Tangled up in Going.

See ya.