Spirit Cloth

I was born in February

No matter how it goes, I somehow feel joy.

We are literally frozen solid.

A lot of snow melted during a two day warm up. But it rained, and then suddenly and I mean in like 10 minutes, freeze up. Of course, last night, against my wishes, the man took the car down the hill to retrieve the mail. He really does love and has mastered, the slip sliding. I haven't named these two squirrels yet but they are very friendly. 

There is cat hair everywhere but then, upon looking closer, it is man hair. His is now longer than mine. Sorting through some old weaving, readying for some new.

I have sent out passwords to those of you who signed up for the new teaching Zone. And a link to a page where you can test it.

I am warmed by your company on this cold cold and even colder day.

And again apologies to those who no longer receive these posts by email. That service keep fading away. The natural order of things I guess.

Colder and Higher

Probably the most frozen I have ever ever felt.

And the scene outside makes me want to do some pencil drawings.

How many thoughts are just thought and not acted on? That is the question and the reason I will continue with my new series. Still, frozen here. In mind but not really spirit. My spirit is moving toward Unconditional Sharing.

Named it, Your Love is Lifting Me. After a flurry of new energy. And this song, popped into my head. Still, I think it needs a little green.

Those 4 loose puzzle pieces, just gathered for their warmth, the fire inside.

Love. I think of Mo and Rod and then think Higher and Higher, so let me (re)name it that. Happy to find that old song stuck in my head this chilly morn.

4 degrees, feels like -2. But then as I might have said before, if it feels like -2, it is -2.

you sleep, you wake up...

And the Older said...

You stand.

You breath, let it move through.

You go.

Sometimes just to see.

Don't be discouraged.

Absorb the magic of days.

It rained, it snowed, the plow guy didn't show, 7 degrees, it froze, no unfreeze in sight, the only way out is to slide. Or fly.

Softer Yet

Big Beautiful Fog this morning, in waves, coming and going. Clarity, Blur-ity, Clarity, Blur-ity.

I have named her Dear. We've cleared some of the small brush and saplings on one side of the property, leaving the mature growth. There is more air flow and a longer view. Visual Paths.

Soup of the Day. In the big copper pot. Yellow Earth.

I am ready to move on from the frenzy. Let it play out. A soft optimism (joy) has resurfaced and I will not be thrown off course. Sharing what moves through me. It is still quite warm here, we are needing to finish up a few pre-winter chores. I am learning this new computer and have adjusted to the TypePad issues and I think it will all be just fine enough, here and at Feel Free. I am in no way done with all of this. Some audio and video testing soon. 2021. Here I come. If you don't need my blabber about life mixed in, you can subscribe to Feel Free only. 

Let's chill out. I will be back to Large Cloth in a more organized way with the New Year. For now, just Living and Healing from an awful year.

 

change is in the air

That wind, that signals change, blew in this morning. It may not linger day to day, but it has arrived. I could see it in the treetops before it came through the open window. The wind that makes everything smell different. 

It is going to be a big acorn year. The squirrels are beside themselves. ( I was going to say in heaven, but we all know where that concept has gotten us to) It's the most joy I have seen in a long time.

The acorns are different here. And quite honestly, so am I.

I don't know my oaks well. I might study up. Make that a priority.

It's a clear day, and I slept long and deep.  I had a dream, Soul-o wanted to visit the old place. When we got there he met his former self at wood's edge. They did not hit it off. He asked to go home. I woke up and here we are. 

Yeah, so...

Another crazy day. I'll explain some other time. I'm done with it for a while.

But joy!

After a major deer attack which mostly destroyed my garden last week... I found one squash vine still dangling and crawling outside the raised bed, surviving. We used pee, don't laugh, around the perimeter of the garden with the advice of a neighbor and what's left has been untouched since then. And there it was. A squash. And more blossoms. And Bees!

Really need to finish the fence though, probably not till fall.

And I stitched this, this kind of shattered or cracked star, a crack in the logic of the pattern, mostly grew from frustration and fatigue and not caring if it was neat. And I went with it and  made it more so, and it is ok and very kind in a way. And persistent.

it's not Wednesday

but I'm here.

Actually I am always here but you can't always find me.

It's Today. On the ironing board. Just there.

Note to self: Stop making excuses. Find the Joy. Joy can be a common thread.

Learn to Grow Stuff.

It's time.

Hunker Down, Start with a Square

Yesterday, no cloth,just Dirt.

A big square of dirt.

This morning, a big square of Cloth. 

Ok, not exactly square, but who's measuring? Not me, Not this go around. Feels big enough for a beginning. Can always adjust later. I am guessing about 48" square-ish.  In these times, a looser approach seems suitable. Use what I have, stay light, make something useful. Feel useful. Feel Joy. Of course I could start with a smaller square, even a one inch square, piece the base an inch at a time, keep going, it will become bigger. No puzzle about that except keep going till it's big enough. What's big enough?  Could be dependent on your goal for end use or just the challenge of seeing how far you can go. Imagine if you just kept going until you could go no more. Set a world record.  This time, for me, I want to make a Baby Quilt. Just because. It should contain calm, joy... so I am not going to worry. Do you feel it is important that what you make contains who you are?  I do. Let it be that. I like square(ish) blankets.

The power went down overnight. It came back on at sunrise. 

Some of my old baby quilts here...before blogging.

good morning poof

It is snowing!

Cleaning out the fridge, some forgotten carrots, seemed dead. Not. Joy!

After my rant yesterday, some of the "have less" folks here expressed an offer to donate. Let me say here, that one of the best parts about this circle is that we all understand have and have not and we take care of each other. As some have already donated, you who have found yourself in a struggle need not worry. I am sure these hard times will create more of us. None of us can really know. My donation is to be here because I can, my needs only include the cost of supporting the required technology to continue, which varies with the wind. We will not know how our true needs will evolve in these times. Honesty is all we have to work with. As I have said before, I sell stuff when I need help. I adjust my prices to what I need. That's how it works. When I ramp up the shop, I am sending a signal. If I seem like I am giving stuff away, it is because I can. It's all about gift giving to me anyway, donating, selling, buying, even teaching.  I've never been a fan of this "what an artist deserves" idea. Counting the hours, including packing and shipping etc. I want to trust in what you ask for is what you need. I think it should be like that. Not raising prices because you can. Like, again, toilet paper! Food! Medicine! MF sons of bitches(sorry).

Anyway, be who you can be. And it will be ok. At least better than it might be.

Typepad, the web host here, continues to have issues. But I am going to stick with them. If I am not here or you encounter password protection, it is probably just a temporary glitch. You can email me to be sure. But be reassured I will be back.

The car is ok. The guy couldn't find anything wrong, tightened some cables etc, but it starts. Not dead he said, it'll happen when it happens. Call me.  How much do I owe you? Nuthin'. Gave him some cash. Because I can. Can the world be like this? Hope so. 

So Ok. Ok.

(day 25)

Stretch.Smile.Continue.

Not what I had in mind...
But what I had. It could work.

I'm considering what I call a Hunker Down workshop. Here. Perhaps I just renamed part 3 of Patchwork in Perspective. Large cloth and anything else that gets us through this.  But of course as always, I'm not sure what I am thinking.