Spirit Cloth

there was time for thoughts

There was a 4 hour wait, in the hospital. 

Kindly, they gave me a private place to wait. I considered limitation. I tried to make a recording but the double mask was limiting.

All went well and it is just a matter of time. And stuff to do. My dental pain has gone which makes it all seem smaller.

No time for talking but I did come away with limitation is the cornerstone of form.

I also spent a moment thinking about the difference between a Doodle and a Drawing. I call the difference a Joodle. But that is mighty personal as a word. I'll get to it.

Today I will attempt to switch my email service for blog posts. I do not know what will happen. I will attempt to migrate the mailing list. We will see.  You may have to subscribe again if you stop getting my posts. All I can say is whatever. 

I will be going forward with the final part of Patchwork in Perspective. Everything in Perspective. All I can say again is whatever. Soon enough.

The last few months have been filled with so much sad news. At least a new season is around the corner. 

snow day

The dental thing was/is a nightmare.

But the snow is nice.

The world became a sketch.

And so did the cloth...

There are pain killers and I am quite loopy.

But I do like what happened here. What if Loopy can be useful?

Paper is part of 2022 and beyond. As well as weaving. I want just to think of them as new layers. I am putting together some ideas in order to continue my final (forever) chapter over at Feel Free. Please subscribe there for news about that or check the sidebar on this blog for links to the Feel Free Newsletter. I am forever storming, best done when you are loopy, perhaps. Tomorrow I will try to catch up with comments.

the thick of it

Dense stitch.

Gives a textile an instant history somehow.  Like an old tapestry. Here, some old indigo thread I want to talk about.

But not now.

Now, the dentist.

 

La -La-La

She's back.

I just emerged from a series of routine medical visits. The first time I have been to a doctor in... wait for it... 42 years. I feel like singing because it's over, I like the doctor, and it seems I am ok!  But mostly because it's over. 

I have been trying to get a picture of the bobcat that has taken up residence beyond the stone wall here. No luck yet. 

Newsletter at Feel Free...I think I can out a feed in the sidebar, let me try...

October 2021

Almost November really.

I took this picture from halfway up the hill outside the kitchen window. The window that is about to get much bigger. Well, eventually. You can get a feel for where the garden is.

Beyond the garden...about 3.5 acres...

It is just very beautiful here right now. The red tree, a dogwood. There were a million birds there yesterday. I counted 11 kinds. They ate every berry. The tree was vibrating with song.

My post( by email) delivery service has begun to fail. I will never know when(if) you might get this. Probably tomorrow. The last one took 36 hours. This is a test, to see. 

What if it doesn't matter?  If you stop hearing from me, just stop in once in a while. I might be here. If Typepad lets me post photos.  No cloth today. Stacking wood inside, before, yes, believe it or not, MORE RAIN. And then some shopping.