Spirit Cloth

How it might Happen

Where, when we begin.

What is added.

And then what will be taken away.

What we do about it. And why. How?

Honestly, I feel suddenly privileged to be taken down a few notches.

To be a bit more sure about unsure... and still keep going.

This is just an audio test, talking and not planning what to say. I learn from just saying.

  So if the audio works here, (Here is a link if you see no player) I'll start talking my way into what this will all become. If not, I'll keep at it.

There is big weather nearby. Thunder storms and big wind. Possible power outages. I know this because I heard it on the news. Soul-o on the other hand has not heard it on the news. Has no text alerts on his phone. But he knows. He is wild. Jumping up in the air and moaning and howling.  I feel I need those skills.  To reawaken them at least. 

Stop living in a bubble. Listen to the Beast.

It's Not

Not life as usual, although I can pretend.

Life is flashing before my eyes.

I am not focused on anything in particular.

I probably posted this pic before. It's Dad and me. It hangs over my table now. I think of Dad in Spring. Yes, his birthday is around now but it is the season, the garden, the simple love of life that bring him here to me. How he was right about so many simple things. I remember him saying, "Everything is just growing". I remember him as a blanket.

So many bits and pieces tacked up around here with no particular reason except to look. The Hopeful Beast caught my eye.  Maybe I need to stitch a few in between endless worrisome chores.

Cloth still hanging around, everywhere, having lost my energy with the Gallery/Shop project. Just seems petty at the moment. I am distracted. Time seems unnaturally short.

This one, a patchwork fragment from a pillow I made for Mom years ago. She wore it out.  I think it's ready to be reborn. I've done some dyeing over it. I keep touching it as I walk by. 

I love light switches. That thing that makes it dark or light. They are simple magic. Reminders of on and off.

I will do a simple preliminary audio test here tomorrow. To see if I might just be here and not on Wordpress. Simple and slow is on my mind. There's  nothing to do really, for you, if you want to follow my final workshop here. Just subscribe to the blog through email.  And remember you must go back to your email to find the confirmation email and confirm your subscription to activate it. You can donate or not anytime, it is not an issue. I will make a broader announcement over the weekend, to make it official, so far I have only talked about it here. 

The car battery is dead so today it's that, but the good news is the taxes are done and out of the way.

In Perspective

Some Sadness I guess

as I glanced from the window off the Bigger Bedroom.

The view from outside the porch.  Suddenly I thought I knew how it felt, more clearly, the confinement. But then, it was more clearly how it might just seem from outside. He is safe. Healthy. Reconsidering boundaries. Loved. And more loving. From inside you would never know.

Pinned to the center of the Endless Wishing cloth (a larger cloth) today. The March stray. Alone but not. Sheltered from the storm. Again.

Thought caught: A large cloth might be a shelter to smaller cloth. And a way to put things in perspective.

So, my final decision is to host Part 3 of Patchwork in Perspective, large cloth, here on this blog, Open, with the option to donate if you are so inclined, or if you are able. Some media content will be hosted on  WordPress/ Feel Free pages but the gateway will be here. Ok then, that's that. When? That's next.  Maybe better sooner than later.  Maybe start real slow...let me check on batteries for my audio recorder and make sure my video skills are still there.  Or whatever, let's make do. The last hurrah!

No agenda, just going, grateful for the company.

I will update my Feel Free Newsletter soon. 

The Gallery/Shop?, nah for now, too much about just me.

Off to finish my taxes. Tomorrow will hopefully be another day.

Love.

just going WE are

It Snowed. A bit. It's March after all.

I'm in a mood and it will pass has already lifted...

The shelves at the market are bare. But as always I am grateful to have enough. Enough rice, beans, noodles, frozen broth and veggie scraps to last forever. Which may not be that long, depending how things go. The virus is right next door.

I like to imagine March Strays looking out for each other in the face of uncertainty.  Some sort of sympathetic evolution. Profit and Petty Stuff set aside. 

Expect some changes to this site as I clean up for the next season. TypePad is not cooperating right now. So little by little. If you cannot find something in it's regular place just give me a holler.

Hold that Smile

I am going to do my taxes. So see ya later.

So Ok. Ok.

(day 25)

Stretch.Smile.Continue.

Not what I had in mind...
But what I had. It could work.

I'm considering what I call a Hunker Down workshop. Here. Perhaps I just renamed part 3 of Patchwork in Perspective. Large cloth and anything else that gets us through this.  But of course as always, I'm not sure what I am thinking.

a softening

 

Good Morning.

I softened the photos today. Because I can. Because I need softened.

I wonder if the yellow walls make the light inside look so warm?

Or is it just the nature of the light inside itself?

On the edge of Holding Pattern, a soft star.  I looked at the wishing star differently just now. I saw the box. And the arms of the wish as point of departure. Change. And then the wish itself as a soft promise for change. A simple reaching out.

It is raining softly now and he is just watching. 

Things have become a bit crazy here in New York. Not so far from here. We are well supplied and just hanging here mostly because we can.  Imagining what it might become.

Simply what Happens

The Spirit of Evolutionary Consciousness.

Changed again under the needle.

And probably will again. I witness how it happens.

This one does not lie flat. I remember when that used to bother me. It often bothers others. I guess at this point, the nature of cloth and stitch is a great source of expression for me. Part of my symbolism has become linked to how the cloth form takes shape, not just the image I create. These things are linked by process, change. The story is that.

Most likely, this factor would never be known by the observer unless mentioned. But still, there is the fact that it's there, to be seen. Felt. This Eye Heart thing, it puckers up like most circular stitching does. Cones. A result of the tension  and take up as you go round and round. There are ways to prevent it. Or to marvel in it.

 

In truth, I said to myself, it simply rises up.  It pleased me suddenly because it made so much sense suddenly. Here.   Truth Rises Up. As I age I am more aware that truth rises up. Through change. It is simply what happens. I live in sympathy with this evolution in my creative mind. 
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I said, a day or so ago, there seemed to be no flowers here. Not so. I didn't wait long enough to see.

What kind of day was it?

Yesterday...

I found the clothespins.

My intention was to hang some cloth here. 

But. Mostly, there was a lot of breathing.

 

Getting There

day 20? I will lose count soon.

In the Same Boat

I went with a cleaner edge on this one, not sure which day that happened. Maybe a clean break from the past was on my mind. Just a temporary frame of mind, but it changed the look and feel of it.

I'm still at it, unrolling, hanging, touching, changing. Maybe I will just take a break I thought, could get a bit boring till I get through it. And I'm a bit dizzy from it. But I need to do it.

I have thought to use the Spirit Cloth Shop to catalog all of this stuff, make it both a Gallery and a Shop. After long studying I found a way to mark the unfinished stuff as "still under the needle". This way I can  organize it all for viewing and keep track of my stacks of chaos, marking the finished items available when completed. Or simply let things go at any stage, or remain for viewing, should I disappear. I've loaded a few things in as a test. Something like this...

 

 

Basically a pretty way to keep changing my mind. Collect stories. And get a grip on it. Free my mind.  I am working toward at least getting it all documented by the first day of Spring when I will reopen  the shop/gallery site.

Of course when I get there, there will be no there there (as Dad used to say) and then we'll see. Like we do. At least I will know what's here.

I'll be back to Patchwork in Perspective with Spring also, but I just do not have a clear picture on how I will handle it yet.  I need to look into the Feel Free Site. It is costing me money and I am still not happy about it.

I am in the process of undoing that studio room, the one with the window that is too high to look out of. It's not working and I don't need it.  I will move it all to the basement.  It will be close to 70 here today.  Maybe I will just go outside. Yes, enough.

Oh ha!  There it is, the Big Laugh.