Spirit Cloth

Above Us Only Sky

So the patch party is continuing in the background here, lightening heavier thoughts. And really to use up some scrap here.  Today's self is just that, a basket of scrap, amazed at how big it has become. Amazed at how small the pieces are. Trying to rebuild something useful. 

I like how the old sky can be a roof over our heads, and the thought of neighbors sharing sky. I think about what we do or don't believe divides us but really we all know there is sky. We could start there. Still looking for a larger scrap of that cloud cloth, maybe that's it. Not really liking the roof shape either, maybe just clouds. But I don't know. I guess I'll know when I feel it. Or not.

Before I look back, I am looking now. I lose track of where I am.

The other side of Magic. Which is somehow a big relief.

Not much will be going on here in December. Probably some yearly mending. I will begin Reconsidering Magic with the New Year. Maybe just take some time out for Silly as well.

And There I Was...

June 2011 Magic Diaries.

When I began by saying:

This series was set up to follow what I call larger cloth. By this I do not always necessarily mean bigger, but just slower and longer term.  Deeper maybe. I wanted a format where I could talk about that a little more. In more detail than I do on my public blog.  A place to share more personal thoughts about cloth making. A place more like home that would be more continuous and less planned.

(This photo just a still clip from the opening video) 

I have closed the door to the original series now, because no one has really visited in a long time and I need to fiddle to extract content and put it here. So there I am 10 years ago, as I recall, already thinking I was getting old. 

And here I am today. In another place and time. Feeling like I am getting older.  Maybe that is a trigger for another kind of truth. 

After moving the porch table down stairs in front of the big window where it became my studio table, the glass table that was there was moved to the porch where it became like a pond, in the morning light.

And that is just a lovely thought caught to start the day.

Just Talking

I drew.

I thought about that again.

I talked. Please know, since I feel a lot of talking coming on, I talk from my Basket Heart, which needs to be emptied now and then. I am not an expert on anything and I talk to "myselves". I share, so you might know me in my moments. But I am not preaching.

link to audio if you see no player above.

And then I stitched a little.

I added two new categories here. audio/just talking and drawing. I will need them.

It snowed, just a little...

Look

Look he seemed to say...

The big cold wind erased all traces of Autumn.

Everything seems to rest comfortably...

...In this cloth I call The Nest of Days. It is a basket.

With thoughts (often questions) now, of revisiting Magic Diaries , here, openly (one of my older online making series), I am somehow revisiting an older self. Wondering if I can, will it make me feel sad?  Will it make me feel a longing for simpler times? Or is it the same and only a mindset? A frame of mind. 

It is really cold outside. Really and metaphorically speaking. But some Inner Warmth remains and I am reassured.  Like leaves, some things just need to fall away. 

Winter's Sun

Yesterday. There she was.

The pond with no name. Miss Pond I have been calling her. I don't know her well enough yet. We can only see her when the leaves have fallen and the light reflects in the morning.

What is it about Winter's light?

There was a lot of considering.

Yesterday's self developed In Sympathy with a Winter's Sun. Thinking, the triangle at the bottom...a mountain...might be a new symbol. The mountain...as a challenge. She rises above it like a winter's sun rises above a cold hard truth. And these, the thoughts today, of vibrating outward, being a source of warmth, which in itself might encourage growth, growth itself being a form of the same, reaching out, and then, how enlightenment grows from darkness, and how you can never have too many eyes. Suddenly the mountain here became a kind of negative space, like poof, it's not a mountain at all and there are new eyes and suddenly she can see she has simply grown sky legs. Did the Winter Sun just whisper, yes, be lighter?

She is not done.

There were family gatherings but we were not part of them. I had thought of Pizza but there was light fasting and gratefulness and a bit of winter garden prep, a roaring fire and good sleep. 

Today it is raining, soon to turn bitterly cold with a chance of snow. I hope so. Winter Sun on snow brings great light-ness.

November continues

The last few days, difficult.

Last night the smell of beeswax.

I had a long difficult dream. One of the first I have remembered in a long time. There was a community of infinite selves.  Like a town meeting. Things were decided. I woke up in a sweat. 

And today I am back to the serpent of days. The magic cloth. Maybe I will stitch. Maybe I will read back through the Magic Diaries. Watch the videos. It's been a while.

Maybe I will make this cloth just a little bit bigger. Maybe is like What if? but less of a direct question some how. 
This morning, everything seems the same. But really everything is different. Sounds dramatic but then really, I said to myself, this is always true.It is very cold.

The email service for my posts here has become undependable. Which means a lot of you will not even get this, because a lot of you do not actually come here. You read the email. Alas, this will just be a quieter place.  Everything is so Fragile. Comments are unpredictable.  So really this becomes a record of days, it's enough. Feel Free will be available for browsing again with the New Year. If you are subscribed there, the journal posts will simply be a newsletter with links to new content here and there.

There will be no shop news here, you can follow The Threadcrumbs Shop on Instagram @threadcrmbshop or click the link in the sidebar here or at Feel Free. Updates are also announced on Facebook.  The shop will continue to be a collaboration going forward. With my brother and his partner.  Loose dyed patches, stitched works, Free Enough Online Classes, with the addition of wearables (dyed by EXOT) . And then some other stuff in the works going forward.  

This place will just be for quiet going.

I hope all is well and for those celebrating Thanksgiving... eat, drink, and be merry! But Take care.

Just Time

I call it Just Time. A small journey that keeps staring at me. There is no real way for me to say this is done. But it feels close. It is thin, and it embraces shift. The crescent is both like a cradle and a slice of rawness. Another story cloth aka Everything Is So Fragile. 

The Japanese Maple has let go.

wave storming

 

Dense fog this morning. A relatively warm day.

I need to finish planting bulbs. 

Some parts of circles can make boats too. And sails I have some of those... most of what I had here was just pinned. So I can switch them around. I needed a small fleet this morning. A community at sea. What if a community doesn't depend on location? There are also those who got left behind. 

Fog over a small journey.  Fog can be dangerous at sea. And also , I imagine, very beautiful. 

I am not trying to be clear here, just dreaming. Enjoying the fog then.

Just simple what-iffing

It wasn't a plan but when he said, what if you make the living room into your studio?, it took me about 15 minutes to make the changes.  The only big window.  Oh yeah, feeling more like home.

Patch Play du jour. 

And I forgot about the sailboats from a while back, just found a pile of them waiting for stitch. I guess I could use the tips of triangles for waves. Way back they were mountains and even tee pees.  It's amazing what you might do with simple shapes. But I guess that is at the root of patchwork.  And I have probably said that so many times before.

Oh gee, what if I could make a houseboat?

Moving the studio has me sorting through piles again.

I feel a loose patch party coming on. It's the silly season anyway. I need to order some wine. 

There's not much wall space in this new studio spot, but the hallway could work. I need to look at all the loose dyed patches together. And the basement is cold. I will warn him, there will be no escape from my madness now...

I will calm down after the new year. 

I'm late posting today, so this will probably get delivered tomorrow, what day is it anyway?

Just November

There is no storm today.

But there sure are a lot of leaves.

The lightness has changed.

And I am , again, thinking about community.

And how easily that can fall apart.

How confident we can become.

But in perspective, well being, well, it might really take a village.

These simple pair-ings reminded me. What if I just spend some time connecting a few loose patches. A little building. An exercise in usefulness. An end of the year round up with scraps of self.  Just these little connections reassure me. End of the year beginnings.