Spirit Cloth

November continues

The last few days, difficult.

Last night the smell of beeswax.

I had a long difficult dream. One of the first I have remembered in a long time. There was a community of infinite selves.  Like a town meeting. Things were decided. I woke up in a sweat. 

And today I am back to the serpent of days. The magic cloth. Maybe I will stitch. Maybe I will read back through the Magic Diaries. Watch the videos. It's been a while.

Maybe I will make this cloth just a little bit bigger. Maybe is like What if? but less of a direct question some how. 
This morning, everything seems the same. But really everything is different. Sounds dramatic but then really, I said to myself, this is always true.It is very cold.

The email service for my posts here has become undependable. Which means a lot of you will not even get this, because a lot of you do not actually come here. You read the email. Alas, this will just be a quieter place.  Everything is so Fragile. Comments are unpredictable.  So really this becomes a record of days, it's enough. Feel Free will be available for browsing again with the New Year. If you are subscribed there, the journal posts will simply be a newsletter with links to new content here and there.

There will be no shop news here, you can follow The Threadcrumbs Shop on Instagram @threadcrmbshop or click the link in the sidebar here or at Feel Free. Updates are also announced on Facebook.  The shop will continue to be a collaboration going forward. With my brother and his partner.  Loose dyed patches, stitched works, Free Enough Online Classes, with the addition of wearables (dyed by EXOT) . And then some other stuff in the works going forward.  

This place will just be for quiet going.

I hope all is well and for those celebrating Thanksgiving... eat, drink, and be merry! But Take care.

Today's Wall

Sensing bigger change in me.

I liked this photo, how the morning sun cut into the image and erased part of it.

The piece on top, named Conjuring a New Day, a while back (not even looking back for that right now). Just remembering cutting out the center to make it small after making it larger for more room to dream. Thinking maybe smaller is more manageable. There's always enough room for dreams. Dreams are room.

I drew a name for the Game. I'll wait 24 hours to hear from you and then, if need be, pick another. I'll do that up to nine times and anything leftover will become open for sale.

 

Surprised...

Surprise at the mailbox!

...'tis the season, I know, but gifts arrived in the mail yesterday.

Thank you Mary and Elaine.

It's been warm again. No fires. Yesterday there was some leaf raking. And then some quiet stitching before bed.

This is the 4th corner on the new found space ring on Holding Pattern. Oh!  How that little nine was woven right into one of the small squares at the bottom of the basket. It now holds pattern in a new way. Hadn't thought about it in that context before. Can you imagine a whole blanket with this concept?  What if....?   Some days are more surprising than others. Suddenly Eventually, with a slight change in direction, I find myself filled with new dreams. Based on old ones.

 

How we might Continue.

Last evening. Fireside.

Brain Nausea.

The smallest beast. Going. Maybe not Just. Leaving a trail. Dividing space. Making a path. Bringing a bit of fresh air to an old piece of patchwork. Transforming it into a place to breathe.

The slowest stitch. Slower than even the slowest slow stitch.  Splitting hairs I call it.  A split backstitch using one thread. Takes forever because you add row after row and and no one might even notice. But it gives you time to consider and shape your vision.

Eventually. Evidence of how we keep at it.

I'm not particularly focused lately.  I'm just letting that play out. More walking than thinking. More going than explaining. I need a Wordless Weekend of Willful Wandering. Mixed with Day Dreaming. Take care.

And Happy Birthday dear Michelle.

Floating Backward

It's been hot. It's hot sleeping. The loft is really the attic opened up. No air conditioning so all the heat is up there. It usually cools down by midnight but it depends on the wind from the sea.

I'll sleep downstairs these next few days. As the dangerous combination of high humidity and heat move in.

Right below on the wall. Holding Pattern. (There is a category for that)

Holding patiently.

And a quick decision. A few actually. It's reached a size where I would like to start backing it. While I can still get to the center easily. I'm thinking silk, I've been wanting to try that. Silk is light and warm. Maybe a thin stabilizing layer first? Something also weightless. And then, to continue. With all this sea floating I wandered, floating back in time. This quilt is for my son. I remember the one I made for him. The first one.  1978. The floating square pattern. Yes, that's how to continue.

Another Holding ceremony. Just a little study to get the feel of it again. (quite beautiful as is) This time I will use the moon components as the floating element. Some sort of floating timekeepers. And I will loosen it up a bit. Of course I will also break up the larger areas as needed to use up the small scrap I have here. The same will apply for the silk on the other side. And the thin in between. Because that is the way it is goes here.

So the outer ring of this cloth will be about floating. Being the healing thing that it has become for me. The cloth will carry that.

Note to Self:Dreaming is like floating, I just said that to myself. Like being held in between.