Spirit Cloth

Nest of Days Goes as the Season

Outside. The ceremony I began so long ago. I hope that link worked. Things are wacky here.

I took the Nest Of Days cloth outside yesterday. For a snow wash and a lot of fresh air. I started it back at the other place and I wanted it to be part of here. 

This morning, 8 degrees, feels like -10. The earth is sleeping now. In its nest of days. And it looks like bigger snow and cold are coming soon. Going to stock up on food and settle in. 

I cannot post my audio or video or get much of anything to work consistently here. It's time to go. That is more easily said than done but I have begun the journey and I will Just Go. This place will be here for a while. I will disable comments which don't work for a lot of folks anyway. Maybe a few photos now and then. But the daily journey with cloth has officially moved to the Blog/Journal segment of Feel Free. Because I would like to continue, at least for now. You can remain subscribed here for the occasional LifeNote or not.  You can subscribe by email in the sidebar of Feel Free if you want to follow my creative journey in detail. Or if just pics are your thing, I will be on Instagram as well.

I will duplicate parts of this post over there and do a bit of talking, later today. Love you all, it's been swell here. Let's hope it will be "swell-er" over there.

Feel it

To Continue...from here

There was audio here. I could not get it to work. 

I give up on TypePad. Time to move on.

Try going over to Feel Free, I can't get the links to work here, click on blog/journal in the sidebar. The post should be there.

Cloth du jour

This one surfaced this morning.

 

Dancin' in the Moonlight

The music is back here. In case you feel the urge. I will imagine a big jumpin' circle. 

A Simple Test

I had a post planned, one that included some media. 

But it's not going to happen today. Blog server issues. I'm sure there is enough social media out there to keep you entertained. But there is a picture!

The Simple Life. I will name it and take the weekend off. Try again Monday. Cold is moving in. Maybe I will make bread. It's our anniversary anyway. Every Friday the 13th. How's that for a plan?

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♥

Memorial for our Ragmate

Michelle Slater

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For Michelle

We will miss you.

Open Air

Good Morning!

Always, there are open air ceremonies with cloth.

This one could be finished. But I know it's not. It is already useful as a blanket though.

All day hanging in the crisp September air, hoping no birds would shit on it. They always come sit on the clothes line. But yesterday was windy and hanging big cloth scares them away I think. 

I like how the two sides come face to face here. 

I will let this, HEAL aka Regenerate, rest. Turn my attention to GROW aka Reach. I'll rummage through what's here looking for something like compost.

Calculating the span of Heal (ing)

A Nest of Days is serving me well  a resting place for new clothwork.

This one grew a bit, just a single layer of muslin overlapped and stitched.  One layer, the center is 3. That might be managed later.

The man is, in the meanwhile, sanding the table.

I think we best heal from the inside out.  I can stretch and touch the edge, while my heart remains the center.

No stitch today but this exercise is also doing. Getting into the spirit of the thing. I made a video but it became a bit too brazen with no bra. Maybe if I wasn't going on 70. Ha! Feeling Free  but not that free. So here is a less offensive snapshot I cropped out of it. 

courtesy of nitch

How everything is mixed up together

A little bigger solstice cloth.

A bigger pairing. Prayer-ing.

The green lamp. Mom's lamp.  I was going to light a candle, but this will do.

Just the Day

 

The birds woke us.

The morning was Pink.

And for a moment, pink was my favorite color.

Soul-o slept in Wind (robe) last night.

There is a guy coming this morning to give us an estimate for cutting a few dangerous dead trees here. Trees that might fall on us. Trees we cannot cut ourselves. Trees too close to the power lines. Trees that have been moaning in the wind. Wood we will split ourselves. Fire wood for next winter. We have a chimney issue, so that's next.  All outside work, so that's good. If we have the money. 

It is cold this morning. But I hung the Lion Quilt outside on the porch. It has not been part of an open air ceremony for a long time. I wasn't sure how big it became. I loosely measured. It's 58" square-ish.  I guess because that's how big it became. I don't remember having a reason. I remembered it as bigger.