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Soup

Sometimes, just living can rescue you.

Every scrap from the garden and leftover food prep has been frozen since this pandemic has emerged. I guess I was in a panic early on. I did not let anything go to waste. Fearing not being able to go to the market. The freezer is filled with bags of scraps ( ha, patchwork again...) and broth made from them. I have also been ordering fresh frozen fish from Alaska, that and eggs being the only animal protein in this house. We have relaxed the Vegan thing, now evaluated as not really healthy, and more of a fashion. Trend is a difficult battle isn't it? Time to learn. It's a privilege to live long enough to make your own decisions based on experience.  And then to simply live it without trying to convince anyone else. And so ramen style soup is on the menu once a day.

And less sugar is the new goal.

And then Soup as a concept is on my mind. Soup as in compositional concept and the One-Ness it embodies. Which ingredient (component) will bring it together?  Give it identity. 

And with that in mind, I'm cooking up a few ideas. How funny it is to be considering adding "soup" to my Spirit Cloth Language of words. A Quilt is like soup. And Soup is a story.

It's also time to cut my fingernails. What day is it anyway?

I opened the Spirit Cloth shop with the intention of offering some old work for sale. In the season of Gifting. But I feel and hear the holiday season will just stress the mail to its limits and so it might be better to wait for the change of year. 

all one thing

Looking.

I altered these photos with a filter to make them look worn. I put a few pieces together on the wall. The ones within reach. When I do this, it is an exercise in probability. They will probably fit together. That is my Seeing theory... if I remain true to my vision. And then, you know, even if they are "new" they always seem like something ancient when they are put together as one. The filter was used to emphasize that.  They are just pinned over the cloth I call A DEEP Pool of Thought.

Last night I unfolded Holding Pattern. I am holding and will be holding this one now. It is a gift for My Son and The Woman, and I want to finish it before the end of the year.  I have been working on it for so long, it is an old cloth.

So now, just quilting, while I wait for a new computer.

The time it takes.

Building Woman

1,2,3.

 

The Fertility Patch base.

I am already imagining a little stitch.

I am filling the gaps with small cloth, while I mend my technology for the return to larger cloth.

Oneness

After some technical advisement, the short version of the story,I did, indeed,lose the files on my hard drive. And the computer is non functional. So "things" fell apart. But I didn't. And I have kept my needles threaded. Just needing some time to gather some appropriate patches. Seems the older I get, the more pieces there are to work with. And ways to hold them together.

Karma as a Loose Patch

Note to self: The Puzzle is Liquid.

The solutions are infinite.

There is no puzzle, only pieces.

Of the whole.

The question is, can you see what I see?

No zoom in here, it is easier to catch by standing back, in perspective.

How Sanity might Evolve

Sometimes the goal can nag at us.

Especially, as Dad used to say, "When you get there, there is no there there".

In the beginning, Sanity was the Big Cloth, the cloth of cloths. A goal. Maybe a path to achievement. It turned into a series, and an artistic endeavor so big it began to weigh on me. I have not shared but a glimpse of it here on the blog.

But the big things become small over time, as you gain perspective. 

And as I began to add Sanity to my glossary over at Feel Free (not fully published yet) I wrote:

S is for Sanity.  I use sanity  as a symbol  for some personal  sense of rational thought which might be expanded to include a common sense.  No normal or abnormal, but simply practical,  useful.  Like a building block. The ultimate component.

A reminder to find a simple solution. By patching it together.

My Sanity Series has to do with that,  holding on to a simply useful state of mind. And therefore a place of personal peace.

Sanity as a component, just a path to a larger cloth. I'm figuring it might simply always be the missing piece to the puzzle when I'm stuck. 

So ok today I might call this

They Became like a Tree Along the Path to Sanity

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.

A seed

Usefulness has so much to do with timing.

I made this small component to demonstrate process for the big one. But I am not sure how useful that is anymore. I am thinking a lot about timing. And my own usefulness. What an elusive puzzle. It become clearer with age.

We seem to be in the path of the storm sliding up the east coast.  . The base of the road in is in danger of washing out.  Gonna shut down and go move some large rocks.

Yeah, so...

Another crazy day. I'll explain some other time. I'm done with it for a while.

But joy!

After a major deer attack which mostly destroyed my garden last week... I found one squash vine still dangling and crawling outside the raised bed, surviving. We used pee, don't laugh, around the perimeter of the garden with the advice of a neighbor and what's left has been untouched since then. And there it was. A squash. And more blossoms. And Bees!

Really need to finish the fence though, probably not till fall.

And I stitched this, this kind of shattered or cracked star, a crack in the logic of the pattern, mostly grew from frustration and fatigue and not caring if it was neat. And I went with it and  made it more so, and it is ok and very kind in a way. And persistent.