Spirit Cloth

Bigger Wishing

Another day, that's a start.

A soft wishing star on the Holding Pattern Cloth. Knowing that we ALL wish for something. Wondering then, how All our wishes can come true. Certainly there isn't much evidence of that working out. I wonder how that works? Renaming this the Hoping Star then. 

Stuff to deal with here, but trying not to make today about me.  I have replaced my computer. Yet, these troublesome times have me reconsidering people, places and things. I will take it easy for the next months. Finish this cloth by year's end. I am going to test some project pages over at my free teaching site. I will use this one as a test. 

This star was made from what I call Marshmallow dyeing. Soft edge dipping. I will be adding that to the Methods Index soon.

I was recently a target of unsolicited rudeness and baseless attack. Not the first time. It's the world we live in. Yesterday I slid right into it myself, wanting to retaliate. I made a rude comment back and then deleted it and closed comments realizing this person indeed began to attack you! After deep thought...I, WE, cannot let this happen. It's hard. Please help me. If you ever see any rude comments here, directed to you or me, Please just ignore them. We simply have to be a community that is better than that. 

Thank you.

Wine is on the menu this evening.

 

Karma

And so, I hold on to sanity,

At it's core, in cloth, the 1" square. I start here each day.

And then 9. A way to frame it. Today it is a kind of natural darkness. Arranged to seem woven, almost as a square basket.

I will continue. Make a nine patch. Nine-dujour I call them. If you haven't got the mind for large cloth, try making a nine patch a day. React to the day. Before it's over. Catch it so you might share it. Or remember it. That is story. Sew them all together maybe, at one point. 

No, I do not celebrate the  illness of the president. I hope he will simply learn something and that he recovers.  Quite simply because I will not disregard the humanity of others.

I will hold my sanity. 

Agency.

Later..

yup, this is good.

 

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Hunker Down and ReConsider Safety

I am having issues with the internet again so I cannot upload video today. I am not going to dwell on it really.

On the heels of yesterday then...pinned to Sanity. A Wom(b)man's Cloth.

Womb Woman's Apron.  I added the red fringe (continuing) and some old garden ties (holding) from my old garden back there, I think to stake the sunflowers before a big storm.  I was going to weave some ties but this seemed an act of kindness to some old cloth.  It can rest here for now.  It has inspired new direction for a robe called Wind.

What if a field of stitch will ground this thing?

Whispering, the Man had a sleepless night and is finally resting, hope you can hear me. Too cold for the porch this morning.

Link to Audio if you see no player above

The circles are drawn. 

In permanent ink.

These are new circles but really they seem like old circles unearthed.

I have more of a sense of that.

That they have always been there.

March tease

Almost 70. Yesterday. Ha, like me!

Rain, sun, wind, fog. No snow. That's coming next along with cold.

The Japanese Andromeda bloomed. Must have been overnight. Reminding me that life goes on even when it doesn't. New York, they say, now has 40% of all cases in the country. The car won't start, even after replacing the battery. The small repair shop within walking distance, a loooong walk, is thankfully still open. We'll see. 

I saw my first groundhog this morning. He comes to eat the kitchen scraps I dump in the compost. I haven't rigged up anything official yet in terms of a bin. 

I have nothing to show you today, and I have not done a video test yet, but pop over to Shibori Girl Studios. Glennis has set up a page for Moon Making Videos, some how to for all you indigo lovers. I know a lot of you have asked about the process and I don't really teach that... And if you are learning something and enjoying her gift, please consider dropping a few coins in her basket, there is a donation link in her sidebar. Things are tough, more so for some than others, especially those who rely on small business that has all but dried up in this crisis. Every little bit helps. And when things get tough, the tough seem to keep going and giving. I learned my indigo skills from Glennis and I am for ever grateful for her generous spirit.

And say hi for me.

.........

So Ragmates, the audio seems to work as is, and video is just a matter of getting my ass in gear. I will begin soon. With no plan, no agenda, just going. Here, where the group is more likely to be smaller, more intimate. Safe. More like simpler times. I will ratchet down a few details over the weekend because all I know now is:

Patchwork in Perspective part 3

Large Cloth and whatever else gets us through

Thank you as always , for your kind support and company.

 

 

 

 

Lighten up

Problem: Can't see out the window without standing up.

Solution: Stand up.

The days are sunny. Not really warm but the sun hits this side of the house with mighty force and there is a kind of passive solar effect.  I realize that might have been a plan, how the house was oriented and built with such small windows. I realize maybe, also, maybe not. But it is as it is. Warmer.

There was a small sunny spot to sit for a while, in this room filled with scraps of self. It was enough to busy myself with a stray self. Just being aware how good it feels. To sew in the sunlight.  In managing the layers, I cut from the back of my new "self", to make myself lighter and ended up with a smaller leftover self I hadn't even considered as being there. It was cut from the background cloth and I simply used it to correct or accentuate the lean of the new self. Used it as a patch. You might not even notice. But I know it's there.

Then whispered to myself, nothing has been wasted. There were more scraps from earlier trimming so I went ahead yes, and added those as well. We change but we don't disappear. We rearrange.

There are a lot of ants here. I am working on a way to divert their attention. 

How it's going...

Probably just pics this coming week. And comments off.

Big Stuff sucking Time.

But I'm working on this one.

I've posted about liquid applique before. Here, again, silk shibori by Glennis. I've many cloth stories to share about silk.

But a new thought caught this morning.

The process could be considered a form of kindness, not cutting a cloth to fit and leaving too tiny a scrap to be used. Keeping the cloth together and useful.

I'm creating a mailing list for Patchwork in Perspective Part 1 and I'll be testing that over the coming weeks. Thank you all for your warm response. I am setting up a PO Box so I can publish a mailing address for those who prefer to pay by check. That information will be in the next Feel Free Newsletter.

Always

I am (we are) the Between.

Between a Fallen Heart... and a Rising Moon. Just to be there.

Is compassion a kind of intelligence?

A simply basic understanding, like connecting dots?

These loose patches, well, I planned to use them in my new class series.  But I needed them now. And I've become unsure about  the new class.  Like I often do.

Lot of folks spend time making marks like stitches on paper. Goes faster but not the same feel to the process for me. The path back to paper will lead me in a different direction I think. The feel of a process is what binds me to it. And the lure of new form pulls me in. Excites me.

Sometimes in between can be an escape from Sameness.

 

Blue Head. Blue Heart

 

Just there.

Wanted to come in.

I managed to find his owner by going door to door.

The cloth with the Blue Heart just being with other cloths.

Settling in to what's moving through...

I'm thinking about the many ways we might help each other.

And how much I get done by just looking.

Friends

The squirrels are a bit unfriendly around here lately.

To me. To each other. This long season of uncertainty has affected all.

But in the last days, I've made friends with Rags.  He comes close. For nuts. And kind words. He's young. He's already tattered. He must have heard of my interest in mending. Or my need for assurance about connection. My interest in Story.

And speaking of story, I've added a new section to the main menu at Feel Free. Cloth Stories. A place for cloth friends. And what they have shared with me.  Gosh, I have so many memories to sort through. Since the weather report seems to indicate that it might rain forever, I have plenty of time.