Spirit Cloth

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. 

Hunker Down and Appreciate the Ordinary

 

Just a few moments to reflect. 

I did not plan to focus on the Robe thing in such detail here in "Large Cloth".

But how it goes is simply how it is. And I let you lead me my friends. Lead me and accompany me at the same time.

You might recognize this robe "Without End" from one of the videos I published from the Contemporary Boro class in the last few days.  It's the one made from grandma's linen curtain.  With the binding made from scraps of my son's baby quilt. It was patched and dyed and mended and worn. My first attempt at ROBE. Dates back to 1975 or so. And then the cloth began to weaken. To honor it I undid the seams and attached it to a foundation cloth for support. To take the strain of tension away. It is now a wall cloth. And I renamed it Temple. It is not a religious statement. It is symbolic of a dwelling place for an aging deep seated feeling of honor.  I have only begun to put this together, it has been hanging on walls for a while and needs more stitch. 

I put this here today simply to emphasize how one thing might become another. And still be useful.  It could have become a blanket. Maybe it is now an art cloth.  One I wanted to create , wanted it to make an impact. Maybe just a Ceremony. Because I needed it as a reminder of how I feel about cloth. In a new way it is still a robe. It wraps me in peace. And tells, to me, my own story.

How strange,it has grown larger now, Larger than Life.

Dancing in Everything

I stray.

I sat with this stray that emerged Dancing in the Moonlight.

To celebrate the coming Moon, and to feel small while thinking big.

To stay light, because if I need to escape it will be easier to float above it all.

It's my habit, when working small, to stop and let small be held for a moment, by bigger. It is one of my easiest methods for composing. Considering a bigger picture. Catching the image for a moment. Adding it to my MindBank. That is where I store the reminders of how one thing might become another. 

And I did do some storming over the past days. "Big" storming. Playing with words and associations, like I do. It is helpful. And fun actually. I was thinking about games. How others can make it more fun. And then how fun is often left out in artistic circles. How serious is often considered more intellectual and valuable. Already my Journal has become a patchwork. Loose re-emerges as how it just goes for me. Then holding it together becomes the challenge of useful. I am not talking about any of these notes today. Just putting them here.  Because right now they are just here.

(I apologize, I forgot to put an alternative link to video yesterday, for those subscribed by email, you may just have received words)

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.