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It doesn't here.
There is no time here. Just Slower Cloth.
I have removed the date from the posts. That solves the problem for me, days without edges...although that would drive the man crazy, he is a numbers guy. Anyway, the feed is not working properly but it seems to publish by email eventually so I think, ok, stuff will be here, there, wherever, when it is there. ok.
Just the time it took.
Today? There was a moment of sunlight but the storminess has returned. It might be yesterday for you. But for me, just new indigo leaves.
I moved The Deep Pool of Thought to the wall next to the computer. So there might be some crossover while I type. It had been pinned over A Nest of Days.
I just wanted to look at it again. I asked myself if I should make it bigger. I didn't answer.
Now, some time off, whatever that means. See you later...
Posted on October 30, 2021 in clarity (now known as blur-ity), design mending, edges, flow, One-ness, problem solving, technology and blogging | Permalink | Comments (33)
Almost November really.
I took this picture from halfway up the hill outside the kitchen window. The window that is about to get much bigger. Well, eventually. You can get a feel for where the garden is.
Beyond the garden...about 3.5 acres...
It is just very beautiful here right now. The red tree, a dogwood. There were a million birds there yesterday. I counted 11 kinds. They ate every berry. The tree was vibrating with song.
My post( by email) delivery service has begun to fail. I will never know when(if) you might get this. Probably tomorrow. The last one took 36 hours. This is a test, to see.
What if it doesn't matter? If you stop hearing from me, just stop in once in a while. I might be here. If Typepad lets me post photos. No cloth today. Stacking wood inside, before, yes, believe it or not, MORE RAIN. And then some shopping.
Posted on October 29, 2021 in life, season/change | Permalink | Comments (23)
Uncovering small journeys past.
This one came together during Patchwork in Perspective, while considering curves. It's been pinned to things and used to catch thought. But I always return here, it is still a fragment. And I am just looking. At the cloth, and the loose thoughts caught there and thinking they are the same. And then the difference between word and image.
I considered continuing with Patchwork in Perspective. But I don't think I can. Not in any formal way. Things have a much softer edge these days, one thing runs into another. Ambition melts away. I even laugh about it. my momentary lapses in reality.
The man made me a ring from his own hair. And believe me it's long enough.
Posted on October 28, 2021 in 9(forever), Becoming more or less, considering/reconsidering, dream/thought catching, flow, form, nine lives patch, patchwork(mostly in perspective), scraps of self, the real journal project- loose pages | Permalink | Comments (19)
I considered adding another roof, a peaked top to the whole thing. Like a tent. But I think the stars are enough. Still maybe it needs a little wind. I like how it now seems like some sort of balancing act. Wind will just add a bit more challenge.
It stopped raining water but the wind is Big. Raining leaves. I need to go plant some garlic. Pick up some windfall for kindling. Make some soup from scraps of food. The freezer is too full. Stuff for dyepo(e)ts. Time to get to it. A more pleasant to do list.
The bobcat jumped over the stone wall while I was having coffee. He/she is wounded, front paw, still quick and gone. To witness these sightings brings me such joy.
a little while later...ok, wind comes easy but never as planned:
Posted on October 27, 2021 in balance, Cloth is like a world, dream/thought catching, life, weathering the storm | Permalink | Comments (24)
Yesterday, after an all night rain.
He is growing up. Big and strong and almost friendly.
Now it is raining, again, like I have never seen. Expected to continue until tomorrow morning.
We need not more rain. Maybe if the porch roof falls in, we will save some money on demolition.
An old dream that was in need of some seasonal adjustment. A scrap of cloth used in The Deep Pool of Thought on the lower left corner. Almost like a question, will snow come early this year?
And this one.
I love it just because it has no real agenda. I just enjoyed it. Has a circus feel, doesn't it? I added scraps of self as they appeared. The curved cloth weaving, I like it and might try something larger with this concept. And the sun will come out eventually, though the garden is taking a beating. There will be work to do and that is how, why, we keep going.
It needs fringe. I'm running low and will have to make some soon.
I lost this post twice already, let's try again...
Posted on October 26, 2021 in Cloth is like self, cloth weaving, continuing aka Just Going, design mending, dream/thought catching, Patience/Eventually, questions, the beast-spirit | Permalink | Comments (36)
I did not order a stool.
Enough.
A cloth rests on the table. For now.
To me it is a kind of paper. Paper, a kind of cloth. In my mind I often weave them together.
The wall cloth dyed by Richard Carbin. (in my resource list, sidebar) Isn't it beautiful?
I will put this table on the porch in the spring. When the roof isn't leaking and there is sky lighting. I think I might create a wooden frame that might be attached to accommodate some weaving as well.
I made a change to the roofline. Because my mind kept doing that. Just the line, like drawing. Balance.
Posted on October 25, 2021 in crossover, design mending | Permalink | Comments (24)
Yesterday, such a sweet day, I forgot to take pictures.
The Boy is fine. The woman is fine and we all went out for sushi!
The true sense of a simpler time filled me.
I've lost my way here, it feels a bit like that today.
I am wandering.
But it feels ok.
Could I just work on this forever?
When does slow become just not going?
I guess I could answer that in many ways.
Posted on October 24, 2021 in continuing aka Just Going, simpler times | Permalink | Comments (24)
The sun came up, almost,
but now it is raining, leaves and water,
figures I just washed the car after 2 years.
I keep finding feathers.
I imagine building a loom out on the porch. After the roof gets fixed, part of which will be skylight. To let the sun in. Cheaper than wood these days, believe it or not. And I went all out and ordered a drawing table. I didn't need one, I wanted one. Going to hell with myself. (An evil laugh)
I am not an artist, no, I am just going. To see. I need not more.
I wrote this on a scrap of paper yesterday, and then I think the man threw it in the fire by accident. Because it's gone. A hearty laugh...
The Boy will visit today. That will be like the sun is out.
Posted on October 23, 2021 in Becoming more or less, continuing aka Just Going, feathers, notes to self, suns | Permalink | Comments (33)
A Free Form Friday.
No place to go.
And the hickory has turned, while the oaks are just beginning. I made these photos look a bit old, simply because it seems like I have been here before. I like that thought and felt like sharing the feeling.
The little loose drawn patches, from a while ago have begun to catch my interest for several reasons. But as a crossover to my paper work most of all. Been mostly reconsidering paper in the background. Weaving is still what drives my dreams. There has been less time to do but plenty of time for tea. And to imagine.
Posted on October 22, 2021 in Cloth is like self, components aka loose patches, considering/reconsidering, crossover, dream/thought catching, how it might happen, patchwork(mostly in perspective), scraps of self, season/change, sympathetic (sempathetic) evolution, the sense-feel | Permalink | Comments (26)
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung