Spirit Cloth

Still Going in May

It rains every morning here. It just gets greener and greener.

Food is growing in spite of critter interference, in the deck planters.

Decided to try a patchwork version of a green themed baby-sized quilt Just to show how that might happen. I picked the cross pattern. Nine 5" squares.  A green(ish) cross. A new Nine Lives Patch configuration.  Works for so many reasons right now. As a symbol and as a simple project. I guess I could call this one Life as well. Oh, maybe the life series. Oh that works for all of this Hunkering Down and getting through it. Going in green. 

Did a bit of Doodling. Of course. Which gave me more to think about.

Now I will talk...

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I am just going to stitch this down then. Try something different.

One Thought over Another

So then...

This Circle of Green, maybe I could also call it Life.

Just talking...

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needed Alignment

I am tired.

Just cannot find the energy for much content here.

I aligned a photo of the wicker porch light with some work in my lap. 

It just seemed to say Cloth is Like a World.

Photo collage is like patchwork too.

I need some time out. 

Stay safe.

Simply what Happens

The Spirit of Evolutionary Consciousness.

Changed again under the needle.

And probably will again. I witness how it happens.

This one does not lie flat. I remember when that used to bother me. It often bothers others. I guess at this point, the nature of cloth and stitch is a great source of expression for me. Part of my symbolism has become linked to how the cloth form takes shape, not just the image I create. These things are linked by process, change. The story is that.

Most likely, this factor would never be known by the observer unless mentioned. But still, there is the fact that it's there, to be seen. Felt. This Eye Heart thing, it puckers up like most circular stitching does. Cones. A result of the tension  and take up as you go round and round. There are ways to prevent it. Or to marvel in it.

 

In truth, I said to myself, it simply rises up.  It pleased me suddenly because it made so much sense suddenly. Here.   Truth Rises Up. As I age I am more aware that truth rises up. Through change. It is simply what happens. I live in sympathy with this evolution in my creative mind. 
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I said, a day or so ago, there seemed to be no flowers here. Not so. I didn't wait long enough to see.