Spirit Cloth

the frozen days

Frozen solid.

Probably some of the coldest days still to come.

But the sun's out. Encouraging a little shadow play.

A piece I started in Whispering Color. Arising from an Inner Warmth. Which is hanging upside down which doesn't seem to matter. It's about love. Color is so much about that.

I sat here thinking this morning about how many things I always have going. How it might confuse others. But really, I thrive on chaos, I somehow sense the order in it. It is a cradle of form. It is really how it happens for me. Part of that , though, is not worrying about it.

Yesterday, was not so good. Today is not great, but better. There is still pain but I can work through it. And I will ditch the painkillers. And the worrying.

I slept hugging the Magic Cloth and woke up to this. They have no names, these Magic Beasts.

I feel better then, ready to go, even if I don't know where. The how is just going, the where will become apparent.

Here We Go

The Maple.

The first color field to change. The first turnings are the best because the summer color is still there and I feel the process of in between as a kind of broadening of spectrum.

I changed a few things here, (continued from here) stitched it to a base.  Now it is a path through. Something. Anything. And I thought there was something missing.  I will mend the moon with this patch.  To complete the spectrum which always comforts me. Brings the palette to peace. I believe that all the colors are always there in nature, sometimes it just takes a while to adjust your eyes. 

It was a glorious fall day yesterday. I restacked some wood under the porch. And dyed a bit of thread. Heated up the old walnut pom pot and coaxed a bit of blue from a few indigo leaves. This is a beautiful cotton/silk thread that I get from Nancy. All her threads are beautiful.  I'm dyeing with some weaving in mind. And silk, even as a blend is so nice to work with. 
 

Yesterday's Progress

I just let him sit there for a while.

I am not in a hurry.

The stem line, just marked with pen, where and as the thread fell. Started stitching but didn't finish. And yes, that's Deb's thread. Waiting.

Change is at the Heart of Season.  I want to name this that. Heart of Season. I thought how oddly we attach ourselves to the expected outcome and that it is probably just a slow repeating shift toward the unrecognizable. If we only lived long enough. 

PS. I will remove the PlaceKeeper from the top blog menu, it is way outdated. Let me rethink that.

Earth Yellow

The mellow yellow of the pomegranate dye is developing nicely after being heated and cooled for a few days. Adding more skins as I go, the walnut part of the dye becomes less influential. I've yet to find a source here, I am still using the concentrate made last year before I moved. The color seems to develop in sympathy with the drying leaves here. The days wiz by, my mind has slowed to balance them.

Softer Yet

Big Beautiful Fog this morning, in waves, coming and going. Clarity, Blur-ity, Clarity, Blur-ity.

I have named her Dear. We've cleared some of the small brush and saplings on one side of the property, leaving the mature growth. There is more air flow and a longer view. Visual Paths.

Soup of the Day. In the big copper pot. Yellow Earth.

I am ready to move on from the frenzy. Let it play out. A soft optimism (joy) has resurfaced and I will not be thrown off course. Sharing what moves through me. It is still quite warm here, we are needing to finish up a few pre-winter chores. I am learning this new computer and have adjusted to the TypePad issues and I think it will all be just fine enough, here and at Feel Free. I am in no way done with all of this. Some audio and video testing soon. 2021. Here I come. If you don't need my blabber about life mixed in, you can subscribe to Feel Free only. 

Let's chill out. I will be back to Large Cloth in a more organized way with the New Year. For now, just Living and Healing from an awful year.