Spirit Cloth

 

 

 

Feeling Pulled across Moons

Early. Looking.

Later. 
Remembering how it came to be. And why.

Pulled Across Moons is a good name I think.  I like this one very much.

And it is raining again. And then it will snow. And rain. And then snow again. With a little rain mixed in. December soup.  I think there might be some sun on Friday. Soul-o hid my little  Solstice Cloth. When I find it I will talk about it.

And a December doodle.

Naturally nine

 

Seasons are passing so quickly. One turning into another. Lives lived. Lessons learned.

This morning, the last of the dyepot(poet) water. Continuing. With  an older idea, the more intentional ecoprint. Considering again, the redefinition of patchwork. Without seams. I'v been hovering here for a while now, show and tell soon.  This time and once again inspired by the ever Inspirational India Flint.  It is out of place for me to teach this.  For an introduction to bundling. You might consider this.  Learn. Respect. Support. And take it from there.  Which is the gentle natural order of things. At least in my (unwritten) book.

Today, I noticed and loved how the morning light made a little story more obvious. How cloth can soften hard lines simply by the way it falls. Because it can.

I thought again how cloth softens me. How that has happened. How I might learn again from that.

1:03 PM

The curtain climber is wild today.  Must be the wind.

2:32 PM

 

Imagining Kindness

  Last night I went to sea by myself  and waited for the sun to set.  I was the only one on the beach.  I walked home in the dark.

 

When I was younger I was afraid in the dark. 

So I tried to imagine the dark as a friend.  And I suppose that's how I met the moon and the wishing star.

These old drawings don't seem that silly to me anymore.

 

 No post over at weave today.  The man needs a ride from the airport.

 

 

On the Edge of Longing

Continued from here.

I simply felt like Longing has to do with change,  a sense of it that might include a useful change on some personal level.  Less like a want and more like a need.  Even though it doesn't always turn out that way, it seems like that in the beginning.  I used a thread color close to the ground color to accentuate the pull rather than the stitch.  Because longing is rather like that.  It begins with a shift, a pull.  I am beginning to see this stitch style as a symbol for a sense of something.  Here a full spectrum of sense has been born.

Then to take that thought further,  a shift is the beginning of a new alignment.  A re- alignment, and we all know how that might redefine everything.  And so, in the beginning, longing seems a simple thing, but in the end, realignment is no small matter. And should be considered.  Maybe even reconsidered.  Undoing it is no small matter either.

This morning, on the table, from yesterday, Wednesday, when I asked myself, What If the doodle comes after the stitch? The way the light fell, well, the day did that.

 

PS. I long to be able to keep a conversation going here, but Typepad is still not letting me.  So I will turn the comments off till May.  Give it some time.  Give it a rest. No sense worrying about it.