Spirit Cloth

Everything is...

September.

A warm one really.

There are berries on the dogwood. The birds will be happy about that.

There are pears despite tree fungus. All the leaves turned black and fell off. But there are pears. Smaller but sweet. I will learn more about pears. These grow along the road in. Trees need to be trimmed along the wood's edge, too much shade.  Next year, more fruit trees and some learning.

There is a circle here on Everything is So Fragile.  Even though it is too big to see. More than one actually.  Suddenly it has occurred to me that there is no other kind of direction. In perspective.

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...

Deepening Winter.

It's cold, we've gone Polar. Looks like below freezing for a week or so. And maybe some snow. The big unstacked wood pile is frozen. An excuse to continue with other things. 

Life became really confusing this last year. Maybe actually just confusing. 

In any case, The Deep Pool of Thought... posts here and here... has become a larger cloth still, simply by giving it a different use. And it could be a blanket too if I keep going.  And I probably will, what else is there? And it's cold.

What's happening with all my internet places? Well, I'm sorting through that. 

I was going to start talking here today but the man is sleeping and the basement is cold and so tomorrow will hopefully be another day. 

Some other kind of energy

A Moon. Always a whiteboard opportunity. For story. 

Days fly by at such a frightening speed really, lately, I am  thrown off course. Then I think, what course?  I really have lost that sense of direction that keeps me focused.  My sleep is off, mealtime is off. I have little notes posted here and there to remind me of regular activities or to hold loose thoughts.

Last night we drank wine. It's been a while. We order Clean Wine online and drink less to keep our immune system intact. The Man  decided I need a computer.  Not his, but my own. And he is going to order one for me. He knows about this stuff.

I was sure it was just wanting one and not needing one but no, he convinced me. "It keeps you focused. You need it." I think he has just had it with the cloud around me. So we re-budget and drink to that.

I did stitch. Something moved through. And talking, it's good to know I can do this. 

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Rest

I'm going to take a nap. Start over.

How it Might Just Happen

Evolution in a Deep Pool of Thought.

Not sure I should spoil this moment by saying anything else. 

Except I removed the background in the photo, just to see it this way.

Reviving the Dye Po(e)t

There she is, holding the earth and the sky (and me) all at once.

Indian Summer has taken hold, at least for a bit.  The most glorious of days.

Just to test the water really, the water that rises from this earth.

Here, almost dry. (there is a little video over at Instagram of the same) This was a quick, (impatient) bundle around a can, silk noil. Dogwood leaf, Oak leaf, Coreopsis, fresh Indigo, some flowering Weed. The bath, soaked acorns plus some concentrated leftover walnut brew that I actually carried here because I have not found a source here yet. A quick cook, like 20 minutes, a quick cool and unroll.  Just to see, actually. The water here is way different and I don't remember getting these great turquoises from bundling indigo before. I will continue leisurely as windfall increases here. Let them cook longer and cure a bit. Just to know. The Japanese Maple is turning.

I cooked this in the kitchen, the windows were open yesterday. Maybe we can build a little outside fireplace while it is still warm. There is certainly enough rock to work with. It is awfully dry here though, at the moment. I keep that in mind.

My energy is surging. Perhaps I have just accepted this unlikely spot as home. Acceptance is powerful. Loose the baggage I say to myself. 

Also, there was a quick sketch.

 

Connection

The internet came back yesterday.

The whole thing seems very fishy here. This internet service. I don't buy any of their explanations. Maybe they think I'm stupid.  Our guess is that they are over capacity and they are engineering some kind of rolling blackouts. Here in Nowhere'sville, we are not a priority. Whatever.

Two blankets. As one. Connected by no real thread. Just being.

So you spend all this time, making a blanket, arranging things to look just so. But really, this is the way we see it. A changing landscape. A surface.

What I love about quilts, the large cloths that really become blankets, is that they are removed from the Gallery Show and Tell scene and inserted into real life. All else melts away.  Art is cool, but a blanket is warm.  Warm and protective in the way skin is. It wears and tears and lives a life. It holds all the thoughts along the way and makes them useful. There is a bond with a blanket that defies intellectual analysis. That is what brings me back over and over again. The beauty and comfort in that connection. In perspective, the need for such a simple outcome.

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I need this to become that.

A ripple

A ripple at the crossroads.

It's hot and we are not moving much. I seem to work up a sweat just thinking.

Everything  is growing and it just seems like enough.
But then,

Equality weighs heavy.

But then, a breeze kicked up.  I tried to catch that here. The hopefulness in that.

One on One

Pairing. Pairings , as I call them, just simple connections, have often been my starting point for patchwork. Two, loose scraps, often mismatched, touching, then becoming more. Here, obviously more deliberate, but still, with a bigger cloth in mind, such a simple and effortless and gratifying way to begin. One plus one. These are 2.5" squares, because I was dividing space, and I started with 5".  I hung them on a string on the porch, like flags. Clothespins were too heavy so I used pins.

Black and white. The magic seen through new eyes.

Then black-ish and white-ish, because nothing is that simple, black and white.

Prayer flags I thought, though I don't like the word prayer because of its link to religion. I am yes, God-Less. But I thought just redefine it in your own terms. With how you feel. Prayer-ings then today. In the context of the moment. Because a prayer might just be a way for saying Please help me,I can't do this by myself. We might simply ask each other for help. Sometime yesterday, I decided to stop talking about what I really don't know. To sound like I do. Maybe focus on what I can do. Here in this local community. Connect. While still Hunkering Down which seems to gone to hell in a handbasket.

I will talk through cloth here. I know how to do that. That is simply how I find words.

First there were prayer-ings, then paired to become magic 4 patches, my symbol for the time it takes, night and day. Season. And I have the green cross cloth pinned other-side up, using the shadow as a guide to build. A reference point.

What if I use yellow ? Energy. As a center? I think this cloth , the base will come together quite quickly now, Because I am driven. I will embellish with stitch from both sides. Which I think might emphasize and even celebrate a layered connection. I look forward to the day.

It was close to 90 here yesterday in the Valley. It has become summer without me noticing. And we have been here almost 6 months already. Suddenly the forest is becoming carpeted in ferns. 
I have never lived with frogs and dragon flies before. The are glorious.