Spirit Cloth

Clear Day

 

Today I will clean the windows.

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.

We have experienced the first evidence of shift...

September has taken hold. Warmer than usual but still...

The turning has begun. It will dip into the 40s tonight. 

This is the edge of the Coma Cloth. Where the edge was no match for new eyes.

I have so many new eyes. I just feel like closing them all. If only for a moment's rest. I watched the news before bed, woke up, went out to the chilly porch and screamed "I can't take it anymore!".  A few moments later, off in the distance, over the hill past the stone walls, I heard "Me either".

Ha

Yeah, well, find out for yourself.

Started back here, just for some winter window garden in the first dark days after moving here.

After some research, carrot tops, edible, salad greens, but you cannot get carrots, just greens. OK.

So many roots, after a few weeks I planted them in small pots and then in the raised beds outside the porch. I like the greens. I use them like parsley.

Got so big, started to block the sunlight for other late summer seedlings. Just pulled some, maybe to dye with?

Ha. 

Should have left them a bit longer. But there are others...

See to believe.

A Seeing Morning

Good Morning.

It's cool. Cool for the first time in a long time.

Evidence of cycle. I feel like this one was left for me.  Right outside the porch door. Yesterday's confusion led me to a small eye sampler started a couple of years ago.  Some eyes still colorless... "complete the full spectrum of vision" I said to myself. 

There are Shells of Summer everywhere. They seem like eyes today. New eyes. Old eyes. A reminder that we need all eyes. To see.

The first stitching was done on a single layer. I think I used a hoop. But I cannot find my hoops, tucked a way somewhere because I don't use them much. So I added another layer. Because it is easier to stitch on more than one layer without a hoop.  These stitches, today's stitches, go all the way through. I thought about through. Eyes that see through.  Different eyes.  Evolution. How many seasons will it take?

Then looking through New Eyes.

What I noticed here is how the running (walking) stitch outline seems like a solid line on this side. Because I can see the stitch where it disappeared as well. Appear and disappear have become one. Now that's a new kind of magic. 

They also look like some new life form.

Holding on to Nothing

Named for the wispy silk scraps I am filling space with.

It's like that, holding on to nothing. It has changed since I posted it on Instagram last week. 

But also the image is developing  slowly around the concept of the name.  And the name has 2 parts.  Holding on to Nothing aka New Eyes. It's about my changing perception of what is real. How to give form to that. Make it some sort of place to hold on to. 

Also, these kinds of images I build with cloth are more personal in terms of how they might bring me back to paper. Paint. I realize that is what they are for. I have returned to a  lot of my smaller cloths late at night when it is quiet. I add a bit here. There. Then dream on them. Without words. Without sharing. Because I have no way to say.

My time online is a struggle. Typepad yes, but also a certain kind of energy is hard to find. I read but just don't find a lot of words to respond.  Even reading. My eyes tire. I do not think it is my health.  I think it is a kind of unnameable shift in priority. Dealing with things I can touch. Maybe it is just a sign of these troubled days. I know others have been floating in a similar cloud.

Floating is a kind of going while holding on to nothing.

I am not fighting with it, or feeling sad. I am just going along each day. To see how it will be tomorrow. 

Just saying this..

a process

June's Stray wandered through the green

to the edge of the River of Reckoning

again

for it was not the first time

and there was

Deeper Listening

I'm not done, just begun. I think there will be no words. Just her own reflection. 

Use the time you have to know yourself

I say things over and over again.

Usually as I am going.  Probably because they work more than once. And that is reassuring. I am on a side trip here for the weekend. Continuing with new eyes. But I do this with Big Cloth too. Manage thickness as I go.  Managing is that, problem solving in the moment. Tending to need. While holding on to the bigger picture.

 

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It took hours. In the scheme of all things, not long really.  I enjoyed it a lot more with the extra layer. I could hold it more easily, the stitch rested in the bed of cloth with more ease.  I noticed how many ways I can fold this cloth and birth new eyes.

Maybe we can manage anger with a bit of thin cloth. 

Then this morning I just pinned to look. At a thought I had.

I note to myself how I so often create blankets with a center which radiates outward.  But then this is interesting suddenly. A path that runs through it.  I stacked a few small pieces I had here. Just to see and think about that. And then of course other thoughts surfaced.

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Stay Home, Share, and consider When Time is not about Money

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Some of us are luckier than others. We have time to consider time. I suppose you could call that privilege. 

Time is not Money when you have enough.  Time might even be a gift.  The spell is broken, I am remembering the dream. 

What Runs Through my Mind

There were long wild dreams.

I woke up and spoke the words, The Spell is Broken.

I lost part of the thread in waking. I guess there was a story.

There was a bit of work on this in the evening before sleep. Some thin silk to fill in the whites of the new eyes. I will work the third one in stitch. I like variation in technique in one piece. It raises the awareness of change in the expected. This split image is interesting. It would be interesting to see both side of things at the same time, not thinking about them as separate. We may say we do, but we don't. We, by nature, are divided.

I'm churning today. Unsettled.