Spirit Cloth

Hunker Down for real

Another circle of green, then OK, a Pool of Green.

A Pool of Green for no reason.

So. Just because. Just because I had a lot of green silk.

How things really go, let's count the ways today.

The video is cut off at the beginning, I said I'm sorry about the shadow, but actually not really sorry. I just thought I should say that. It dragged on a bit, way too much, and I was a bit out of the ring of vision. But too lazy to edit. The washer was running. The man began asking me questions as he was trying to fix the hinge on my computer, which, we know at this point cannot be fixed. The house is small and it's hard to get away from each other. The sound carries. It was raining and so that was that.  A pool of green seemed a way to escape. AND So again, the goal here, has to become not to present a soft edged fairy-tale in slo-mo with a soundtrack as if everything is perfectly aligned (which I, like all other creatives might consider convincing and valuable, some more than others),but to show and tell how it goes. I am not sure we learn that much from the "hollywood" effect anyway. I guess we are entertained and can rest there.  But we are more likely to aspire to what cannot be. Or just isn't.  Which makes us into followers. Which seems the goal of the century. And all that might come with that.

I am not being negative. Someone asked a question this week. What are you learning about yourself through all this? I think I feel a bit confused about the effects. The changes. Except the part about me that is becoming increasingly impatient with bullshit. Especially my own. I think more deeply and then make a note to myself... getting older makes bullshit less and less useful. Probably because there's not enough time for it.

Link to video if you see no player below.

And then after watching this again, another note to self...another self perhaps. From another perspective...we all have enough of reality anyway so why not seek out the fairy-tale?  Who needs to watch this?  I could have just said I drew a circle and scrunched some silk into it and now it looks like a pool of green. I like it. And that's enough. Then I might take a picture of myself running through the forest wearing this as a cape. I might enjoy that I suppose and and you too.

Life is hilariously confusing.

The rain stopped and the squirrels dug up all the seedlings in the raised beds on the porch. I'll not worry too much about gardening to eat this year. Whatever grows grows. I doubt the fencing will go up this season. Money will be spent on chimney repair first, which looks like a big job. And there are certainly enough wild greens to eat. I will perhaps concentrate on composting and caring for and pruning what's here. Especially that pear tree. Maybe plant a few small fruit trees. Sow some wildflowers. Buy from and support local food growers. 

Just now the resident red fox hopped over the stone wall and ran under the porch and down into the woods below. I see her every morning. She reminds me of Just Going.

Suddenly, a Sense

 

...the sense of spring holds and even depends on

The Memory of Winter

 

Type Pad is failing me, I suppose I need to change something if I want to post media. Or skip it. I will go outside. It has warmed and it is really green and when that happens suddenly nothing else (for the moment,anyway) matters. 

 

Hunker Down and Remember

I don't remember the name of these trees. But I remember them.

Don't tell me. It's OK.

Never planted one. But they always seem to be familiar. In winter I don't recognize them.  When they bloom, I remember them, though not by name. 

I began with a soft pink because I had some. I was thinking white, but it is a fleshy pink I picked up and threaded through the needle. Might seem white against a dark color but flesh colored here. Two strands of embroidery floss, a free running stitch over the pen lines which still show in the spaces in between as the thread weaves in and out , appears and disappears.  A soft circle has formed hardly seen but strongly felt. Mapping a womb field. Not perfectly.

I don't find words for old memories. I close my eyes. I catch a thought. 

Hunker Down Non-Sense

When someone asks, how did you think of that?

Where did the idea come from?

(I wanted to talk today but my batteries are dead.) 

Well sometimes I think I make up a story that might seem a little simpler than it is. More like something I can take credit for. Some thing I can own. Instead of telling the story as is. Because honestly, how it happens doesn't always make the kind of sense I expect. It's not a straight line or a path so easily followed. That is why process is so interesting to me. And why I tend to honor the in between more and more. Letting it be on its own. Because it is what I don't expect, or always give value to, that helps me understand how new form emerges. Eventually.

 

Loose thoughts. Loose patches. Loose implies free. Free to realign. Alignment implies a kind of useful harmony. Peace. Peace is a temporary state. It wears out. Must be mended. A life's work.

You can't teach creativity.

It's just there. You might simply try to make it more obvious how to find it. Demonstrate the usefulness of thought. 

If it's too large to grasp, make it seem smaller. Perspective. 

Today is an in between day. Letting thoughts out.

Wednesday is now Robe day.

Saturday is now quilt/Blanket day.

All the other days are like today. 

That's about as clear as I will get.  I have been listing Hunker Down posts in order in the sidebar under Hunker Down Diaries. Enough of that, the list might go on forever. No matter what they are telling us.  If you are following, you are following. I'm tired of organizing. Day by Day it is, till it isn't.