Spirit Cloth

Composition

Compose.

To begin with something. To make peace with it.

That is how I use the word.

There is a the physical thing. The need for it to feel right, and to hold together, at least long enough to reconsider.  Letting it, helping it  BE.

There is also the thought behind it. I always hope that might become a tool and not a weapon. 

I make changes, often based on softening my original vision. Even though I was often taught the opposite. In this case my thought has softened as well, and this one has become more about that. How dark and light might lean into each other.  Which is really quite a concept if you think about it.  I remember how weaving taught me so much about that. Softening. The new form in that. Anyway, I am rambling today because that is how things come together.

Yesterday I couldn't post here.

But I remembered some Free Selves I have in a box somewhere. Couldn't find them so I made one to remind myself to keep looking. Some of Deb's cloth here. But you probably know that, it has such character.

I let her wander from here to there, held her, carried her for a while and then placed her in a way to illustrate how sometimes we may seem free but we all might be held, at the same time, even trapped by some kind of personal darkness. Just a thought caught. Just a way to look at that thought while wondering why people are so confusing to me. To each other. How blind spots form. 

Today, I woke up covered in Poison Oak. It's been a long time and it ain't pretty. An itch that might prevent even thinking for a few days. I'm exhausted anyway. But then sleep might not come too easily either. 

 

Pause for a Moment

 

I worked on this one yesterday.

In the lamplight this morning, the colors are altered. The photo not so clear.

I added the red dot. Some stitch. 

 

 

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Over Time

Not Suddenly really.

I need

want

less

Suddenly

Suddenly the garden seems like an outside room.

The cloth is settling into the stitch. This happens even before washing. Simply by being handled. Touched. The relaxing.

The Morning Glory and the Japanese Indigo have embraced.

Leave it Behind

This is where I am today.

The making of this one is like watching it fall apart.

The beauty in that.

PS- I have been fiddling with the post email publishing time, trying to change it to the morning. So tho you might see this here today if you just stopped by, it will probably come through by email tomorrow morning, hopefully, if I have resolved the issue. So I will skip posting tomorrow and see. 

The Deep Breath

Just here, because it is so easy really, to be who i am.

 

It is almost September and

I feel the calm

And the comfort in my own limitations. 

Like a change in season

Brings new form.

 

 

 

 

Game Over

I picked a name from the Game of Chance Basket this morning. 

This one I renamed All Mixed Up, I am letting it go, because I don't feel all mixed up anymore. I will just weather the storm. 

This helped.

There will be an internet service guy in the house today. Even though the previous provider miraculously fixed the service they denied was their problem. I don't much like being smeared, tricked or lied to. Switch-a-rooni. Ok. Time to mask up and keep our fingers crossed...

My Real New Year

There is a lot of considering in the air.

At one point, after a lot of practice, one just might be able to 

Consider All Things

To be continued...

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.