Spirit Cloth

Here, There, Everywhere

I'm here right now, where are you?

We could play hide and seek.

But I doubt you will find me, I have been off wandering for so long.

If you stop by, well, hello.

so it seems

Lately,  everything...

seems to be caught in A Nest of Days. Which is the large cloth that has become a home for a lot of loose things. At least for a while.  I think about that, as a metaphor then, for how it is that it all happens. 

And then how I was able to warm the Indigo Vat in the afternoon sun yesterday. Just like that, under the skylight, moving it a bit as the sun moved across the room with the big table. How happy it became. With just that little bit of attention. This morning it is ready to give more blue.

Yesterday I confused everyone by testing private posts over at Feel Free. Later today I will do a regular open post over there to present my goals with some Clarity, which I often refer to as Blur-ity, because really what you understand is often a matter of perspective.  This will be my last post here for a while as I focus on the chaos that is just about always present when I begin a new teaching adventure.  Which in a way is no different from building a new home, which is what this one has ultimately become.

 

 

storm watching

You call this a storm?

We are on the edge of it. Probably we will not see much more than 5-6 inches.

It is snowing inside too.

Bigger wind coming later...we'll see. Wind can be many things.

The different thing about this storm is that it is snowing and it is so so cold. 8 but feels like -10. 

Sitting here thinking how much mending comes in handy.

Feeling open. Warm.

Stitching that.

Love is not silly.

4 am

Sleep has returned some normalcy to my days.

I feel it, a sense of OKness, self, that has been absent this past year.

Rising really early is like food to me.

I love just jars. How they fill a space with glistening emptiness.

The cloth to the left of the above photo. Safe But Open. It has been that. For a while now.

Still seems that. Looking again but not renaming. Knowing the unfinished here, the clothworks that surrounds me, will sustain me as I become along with them. There is really no such thing as finished in this regard. I have almost lost interest in it. The "finished product". At each glance, it is, and I can hold that. Over and over. We are the same. We are liquid.

Everything, in Perspective, is liquid.

 

Just simple what-iffing

It wasn't a plan but when he said, what if you make the living room into your studio?, it took me about 15 minutes to make the changes.  The only big window.  Oh yeah, feeling more like home.

Patch Play du jour. 

And I forgot about the sailboats from a while back, just found a pile of them waiting for stitch. I guess I could use the tips of triangles for waves. Way back they were mountains and even tee pees.  It's amazing what you might do with simple shapes. But I guess that is at the root of patchwork.  And I have probably said that so many times before.

Oh gee, what if I could make a houseboat?

Moving the studio has me sorting through piles again.

I feel a loose patch party coming on. It's the silly season anyway. I need to order some wine. 

There's not much wall space in this new studio spot, but the hallway could work. I need to look at all the loose dyed patches together. And the basement is cold. I will warn him, there will be no escape from my madness now...

I will calm down after the new year. 

I'm late posting today, so this will probably get delivered tomorrow, what day is it anyway?

November Rain

The big transition has begun. A blustery day.

Ushering in cold and the possibility of a bit of snow early next week.

The Japanese Maple is the star of the show at the moment.

Winter is around the corner. I expect most of the leaves to come down with this week's storms.

I've been quiet. A bit blue. Unable to catch my thoughts in words or stitch.

Then. This morning. A dark morning. Without turning on the lights. I sat with this one . Near the big window. So I could see the rain, hear the wind.

I renamed it. The Thread Dancer. It is, an older self. But one that remains focused on building, connection. I spent a lot of time trying to secure the fringe that extends from the woven mask-face.  A bit like trying to catch the wind. I imagined myself as a thread, the thread, and that helped. The position of the fringe kept moving, like the wind, there could be no plan, just going with the energy at hand.

The porch roof, now protected with a tarp, will wait for repair until at least March. Still I think to myself, maybe it could be ok like that forever. A cheaper solution for sure. We'll see.

If you look closer, you might see the birdbox we created by recycling an old mailbox. I will weave a roof from windfall. And grapevine clippings. I make a note to myself, what if I could weave a roof for the porch. Yeah, right...gotta love imagining.

In Between This and That

Just time for Noticing...

How this place seems more at home with me. 

I feel more welcomed now that I have connected with the soil. The Old Earth here.

I have heard that Celosia is edible, the leaves, anyone had any experience with that? I had a hard time starting these, slugs and things, but ok, yay! They are everywhere.

Mullein. Wild. But a couple in the garden.  I could sleep here.

I imagined a moon roof. And this beast, a loose drawn patch, more about that later...

A moon roof and a different sense of Home.

Packing for another short road trip this morning. Mostly things that need to get done that involve going somewhere. But the air is clear the sun is out and the season is high. And we are just going. I will be back to a normal schedule in a week or so. 

just Being Part of It

 

 

Mostly I planted perennials this year. They will return. And reseed, populate.

But I also did a lot of dead heading and trimming, I brought the spent blooms in to make pretty and and consider the in between. And then they dry.

Soul-O likes to sit near them. Likes the way they smell.

Likes them so much sometimes he butts them with his nose. Seeds fall out, if they are ready, I collect them.  I lump them all together  and store them in jars, put them downstairs in the cool basement. So many from one flower. I will plant them before deep winter, spread them around at wood's edge. And along the outside and inside the garden fence. Some down at the end of the road in by the mailbox. The deer will eat some of them. Hey ho. 

And what has happened here? Playing with vertical and horizontal stitch lines, which is taking like forever, but then poof!, this old self has begun to have the feel of being woven in. I'm not done considering this and I will talk eventually. 

How it is

December is a month for Mending in my little world

This blog (and my Feel Free teaching site) will be under maintenance until the New Year. Up and down until it feels ready to continue whatever that means. This is just a post to let you know. Navigation may be limited as things get rearranged. OK then, thank you for your kind patience. Have a good holiday, whatever that might mean to you.

PS. You might find me on Instagram now and then.

and so it goes

On the wall for a while longer.

And now, not. Ready to stitch/quilt the edge. On the Big Round Table, in the room that was named for the Big Round Table.  This cloth would make an awesome table covering. But it is a blanket. What if it could be both? 

Anyway, it begins.