Spirit Cloth

The Thinning

Last Night, the setting sun set the distant mountain on fire. 

We can see further now. Many leaves have fallen. I even caught a glimpse of the roadside pond below. I used to call it a lake, but it is small, and it has no official name. So pond I guess. I should give her a name.

I taped the small cloth to the window this morning.

The cloth I now call Singing Woman. I examined the thin spots, how perfect they seem. I wonder which parts of me would let the light through? Do I need to work on that?

This kind of thing results from managing layers. Some don't like that word but for me it is about maintaining balance. Nature does it so well. I used to manage a design department. At one point 11 people. Balance ain't easy. People. Like a layered cloth, lightness was always a challenge. But a beautiful thing. Like  a thing and then not so much of a thing at the same time. Fluid. And I said to myself this morning... Natural Order includes chaos. I wrote that down to remind myself. 

So, I have been stitching. Without a lot of saying. Very slowly. Expressing the standing. Even while feeling knocked down. Or so it seems. Some days.  

Near Frost

The Oaks are turning.

Unlike where I moved from where it was almost all Oaks, here it is mostly Maple and Hickory which turn first, the leaves falling before the Oaks begin their transition.  I realize in this season, watching the colors has helped me draw a map of how things grow here, in my mind. I am learning by color and timing and relationship to climate. The woodpiles which we have just started to use, have hats fashioned from old pool covers.

In the Nest of Days, I focused in on that woven eye.  Vision changes from day to day. Some days I see with my heart. Other days I see with my mind.  An eye, for me, vision, contains both of them. Must contain this balance. I just said that to myself. Knowledge is a feeling I also hummed.

I would like to weave more eyes. What if I weave more eyes?

Again

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...

Tea and Patches

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. 

 

What is Just Going?

 

Good Morning Ragmates.

Today will probably be the last really warm day here.

The maples over the ridge have turned golden. Isn't that amazing?

Been exploring this land.  As it turns out, there are walnuts here. Right Here. As Mom used to say...How about that?

The dyepo(e)t waits.

Reconsidering  path has brought me to The Tenderness of Place  aka Everything is So Fragile (I decided, yes, yes I could, I could name them all that, it works right?).

There are things. I will be away for a bit. Away from here, home that is, here and there, but maybe still posting. We'll see. Just little things, no worry.