Spirit Cloth

Name it

Just let it out. 

Something.

Call it something. What comes to mind?

 

Just Wake Up

The Beauty of Another Day

Become a Sun

Not Exactly a Phoenix but Rising All the Same

Wake the Beast

She Needs New Wings

Rest in the chaos and Rise with the Sun

The Spirit

September's Bitch

Naming things is a tool I use to mark the moment. Again and again.  It helps me hold the change of mind. Story is that. One mind and then another. Reacting to a chain of events. How it seems to happen. I could build 9 stories from what came to mind from one. I didn't try to have 9 names. It has become an instinct. 

So. What comes to mind?

Images are now slow to upload here at TypePad. So I have just begun to make them smaller. Smaller files. Comments only show in Microsoft Edge.  But I need Chrome to use the audio player. So that's the way it can work for me for now. More work but ok. Pretty much the images will be here and on Instagram, and mostly the words and will be here. video might have to be over there, but then maybe I will just link to Feel Free when I finish fiddling. I'm weaving a way in my mind. Autumn Bitch is determined. But mellowed.

It's hard to know the big picture...

...probably because we never really get to see it.

Still we try to hold the sense of it. It doesn't make me feel small like it used to. I can just be part of it. Like a patch. It is easier to hold on to that these days. The Bigger Cloth.

I was simply exhausted yesterday. I slept early and I slept deep. Soul-o seemed to know, he stayed close.  This morning, after 4 tries, photos! 

The piece above, an unfinished small journey from the class with the same name.  I added and stitched the overlapping circles after asking myself "is a circle just the mother of all shift?" And I named it It's Just Time while working on it. Because that's it, not the thing, or the blog or the book or the anything. It's just time, the story. And all this shit is just part of it.  Be in it and share it or not.  What is it going to be?

I posted at Instagram this morning, trying to feel like it was the blog.  Very uneasy feeling, even though I post there a lot, it is not the same as I feel here. So I can share yes, I will continue to do that there, in case I cannot here. But I will struggle.  What else is there? 

I am tweaking Feel Free to become a back up blog. That will take a while.  I know TypePad is fading as they are now directing new sign ups to a WordPress server. They are struggling too. Maybe I will just choose to appreciate that. I fear less about losing anything here, I think the functionality will slip a bit but I can always reference the content and leave it here. Comments might be an issue, but I will just go and leave crumbs where you can find me if I lose you.  My heart IS in it. It was just a few hard days. For many more reasons than just this. We are all in the same big boat.

Summoning

 

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I am a firm believer in Form Follows Function. And to extend that into the spirit of the thing, if you have no use for what you are making/doing, it will not turn out to be anything much at all. Usefulness is a broad concept. Maybe you need to make a living, maybe you need a blanket, maybe you need simply to see what happens. But there has to be something. For it to be something. 

This one is forming. Through intention. Even though I remain on the edge of what it might look like. I want it to be a two sided blanket, I don't want one side to be more than the other. I want it to center me and yet express empathy. To give visual form to that. No matter what it looks like. 

The red. Such an odd addition. But I like that it fits, make the candy colors work more deeply. As I drew and expanded the original red lines, stitched and then thought the split stitch was too blah and would also take too long, I switched to my signature Wrap Stitch, (here, stitched only on the top layer) I drew some dividing lines, for the bars, and suddenly those spikes seemed like backbones.  And courage popped into my head. And then the words...to become whole again, to heal, requires courage. 

I spent a long time stitching, and not one single minute watching either convention. I feel clear headed. And that is what I need this one for. 

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