Spirit Cloth

 

 

almost June color

I went with the extended nine format on the Green Cross cloth.

It needed a warm hug.  Been missing hugs. How strange to hear that hugs are not a good idea anymore.  I had left the edges unattached here so I should be able to stitch the 4 new patches to the main cross without removing it. Just continue the patchwork while it is on the base. An interesting idea in general maybe. The ground is not white, it is a creamy yarn-dyed cotton with a very subtle check. As it turns out it gives me a pale grid for reference. Sometimes I cut away from the back of a patchwork applique, leaving only the seam part. To keep an evenness. But the fabrics are quite light and thin, so no need this time. Yet.

Use the time you have to know yourself

I say things over and over again.

Usually as I am going.  Probably because they work more than once. And that is reassuring. I am on a side trip here for the weekend. Continuing with new eyes. But I do this with Big Cloth too. Manage thickness as I go.  Managing is that, problem solving in the moment. Tending to need. While holding on to the bigger picture.

 

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It took hours. In the scheme of all things, not long really.  I enjoyed it a lot more with the extra layer. I could hold it more easily, the stitch rested in the bed of cloth with more ease.  I noticed how many ways I can fold this cloth and birth new eyes.

Maybe we can manage anger with a bit of thin cloth. 

Then this morning I just pinned to look. At a thought I had.

I note to myself how I so often create blankets with a center which radiates outward.  But then this is interesting suddenly. A path that runs through it.  I stacked a few small pieces I had here. Just to see and think about that. And then of course other thoughts surfaced.

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Stay Home, Share, and consider When Time is not about Money

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Some of us are luckier than others. We have time to consider time. I suppose you could call that privilege. 

Time is not Money when you have enough.  Time might even be a gift.  The spell is broken, I am remembering the dream. 

What Runs Through my Mind

There were long wild dreams.

I woke up and spoke the words, The Spell is Broken.

I lost part of the thread in waking. I guess there was a story.

There was a bit of work on this in the evening before sleep. Some thin silk to fill in the whites of the new eyes. I will work the third one in stitch. I like variation in technique in one piece. It raises the awareness of change in the expected. This split image is interesting. It would be interesting to see both side of things at the same time, not thinking about them as separate. We may say we do, but we don't. We, by nature, are divided.

I'm churning today. Unsettled.