Spirit Cloth

Good Morning!

Just a little Long Cloth.

Unrolling some of the small things from small cloth, cobbled together before and during the move.

This, Just a Simple Place. (in the Threadcrumbs Shop this morning)

Settling in for a cold weekend. A couple of days for Considering and Reconsidering all at once. And a big Moon.

The Big Moon has solidified my desire to return to Larger Cloth. I've one more segment of Patchwork in Perspective (my final sharing series) to complete. Building a Bigger Cloth. But I am not sure. How can I manage this last teaching adventure. What form it should take? Big Cloth is no small thing. I'm not sure it fits to a class.

I will unroll everything here with New Eyes. Get a sense of this new self in a new place with new eyes and an old skin.

And I will mend this travelling companion. The beast, after all this time, is still intact. I will look more carefully at that worn spot, try to understand its weakness.

And I keep looking at these trees. This morning, they seemed patched with sunlight. 

Have a good weekend.

Naming the Moment

To some, a name might be a plan.

And to others a name might be a finishing touch.

For me a name is often a moment keeper.

Shape shifting in the Wind might work. For now.

I added some natural fray from a few old scraps of self to build out the lower right corner. Again to accentuate a lean. Again the light was low and the photo a bit fuzzy. I like that too. The uncertainty. I will work on the face a bit more today. It's raining and dark. And way too warm for February. I'm not sure if the sun will come out.

This is the room on the low level, right above the crawlspace, almost on the ground. It's the coldest room and we need a better woodstove. An old insert fireplace is what you see.  Rain leaks into the chimney which need to be recapped. But when there is a fire, the whole house heats up, because there is a fan and the heat rises. Quite amazing actually. Dad's paintings have helped me feel at home. There was a lot of wood stacked under the deck/porch which we are still using. A fire most evenings. We had a new gas furnace installed when we moved in so we are not relying on wood. Spent some money but it is efficient, a conventional improvement, and seriously quite inexpensive to stay warm. It is really meant to be a back up for the geothermal/solar that we would like to put here. (burning wood is so bad for the air). A bigger but sensible investment. The question is will we stay forever or is this a step to somewhere else. This is a Big Question. It will take a little more time to answer it. Peace of mind has become a bigger priority than adventure at this stage of life. I can go anywhere with cloth. And safe and warm should always be enough. 

We name rooms.

We just decided to call this the Fire Room.

Bigger Cloth, higher ground

For a while, smaller cloth.

But the unrolling has been a reminder.

Coma here again, still ragged and raw, still holding together after years and years.

A documentary, a teacher, a blanket, a world. A timekeeper. A journal. An open heart.

Something as simple a upside down (or inside-out)patchwork. That thought caught, tried. Tested. Remembered in the wee hours of a cold rainy morning. An unfinished wishing star that says it doesn't matter. An early Deb Lacativa dyed cloth that celebrates a friendship. Actually I remember where all the cloth came from. And some old classes when some of this happened. 

Large cloth is where I began. Spirit Cloth. The blankets, the gift giving. The long, slow journey with cloth making. Because it is a story, it keeps going. A reminder of that.

I like working small. Firstly because if you are working with scrap, you have to begin there. You need small to build big.  And small is endearing. Portable and easy to manage. Good for practice.  But there is another reason to work small and that is if you are so inclined, selling is easier. Finishing is easier, letting go is easier. A large cloth is never selfish.

I've been here before, reconsidering large cloth, but I am here again. In a new frame of mind. Unrolling the bigger ones. They are like Pandora's Box. In reverse.

This house is a split level. I never liked them much. But there are highs and lows. Which offer new perspectives. 

Still Lives

 

Just for a moment...

He is still there. I should name him, her? How do I tell? When do the males grow antlers?

Here I am this morning, living life with out Googling. Maybe you just know.  I left my encyclopedia behind. There were kids. Maybe they might know what that is at least.

We have a hallway. Haven't had a hallway since childhood. I was wondering why they called it a runner. It runs the length of the hallway?Soul-o (in a still moment)says, no. You run into it fast down the hallway. Slide. That's his stick in the foreground. I brought it in from outside, and he just loves it. 

Coma cloth in low light, Beasts still waiting for more stitch. 

even warmer

The Wandering, as warmer weather continues.

The trees here are weavers...that stirs something in me.

And the rocks are like icebergs, I wonder how deep they go.

Since we came here, Soul-O is an indoor cat. He is so much more engaged. He often jumps up where I have just been working. 

Keeping it warm until I return with a new cup of tea. He needs more attention. Maybe he likes absorbing the warmth of my touch that lingers on the cloth.  Attention is a kind of warmth, maybe that's what the need is based on.

A little circle work this morning. Stuff to say, but not ready.

Just The Basket Keeper. And how the basket seems deep as a well.

A Circle Story

 

Not just looking.

Thinking. Stitching.

I am catching thoughts about this one today, and at the same time trying not to get caught by my thoughts while doing so. 

Suddenly it is a story about circles. 

8:30 am

I found my recorder. I am pretty much unpacked.  Except for some unrolling.

Today I am just talking to myself, so comments are off.

8:35 am

11:44 am

Happening

Good Morning,

That red dot (maybe click on the pic). I added it to mark centers of energy. Maybe just to record focus. Then I said connect the dots. It would be interesting if I connected them and they revealed some new form, like the old child's game.  But life is more a game of chance. I learn to love it more as I lose the fear of it.

Then, a chance meeting. 

Good Morning,

It is very brown here where the leaves stay, like a blanket.

They are hard to see, but they are circling. Watching me. I called out. They lingered.

There is some sort of viney thing growing on the fence, maybe berries, need to look closer. And if you follow the stone wall, you will reach the place where the river emerges. There are deer, there is water, there is enough space to breath. These things I can know. What a relief in these days.