Spirit Cloth

Smaller

The deer.

Among clotheslines. Closer than before. A group of young ones wandered through. Or maybe they are just smaller here? They are more grey, less brown from the other place I no longer call home. Very hard to see against the oak bark. I think they have been more present, just not noticed because not so much in the clearing near the house. This is right outside the window where I put my drawing/drink tea table that sits closer to the ground. 

The tiny iron tea pot.  And not for drinking tea. I bought it from Crazy Richard in Japan, while considering small cloth. Asked if it could linger there before the move. It just arrived. It's actually my new tiny dyepot, maybe big enough for one walnut. And then, I accidentally left my big old walnut pot behind. I did remember my big copper pot though.  But smaller was,is on my mind. Dyeing one scrap at a time.

Scraps of self grow smaller each year.

 

poof

 

it's time folks.

see you later.

don't forget me.

Love

Remedy

Still Packing.

At first just packing, to be ready.

Now, more focused. What's needed?

This jar on the mantle, from the 70s. I used an illustration for a label. It used to be a container for an herb concoction. I was almost obsessed with herbal remedies back then. The contents were always different, and as time passed, never labeled. The only thing it says is TRY THIS.

listen to the Studio Cricket

And yes, there are even tack holes on the mantle. I actually heard the buyer exclaim that, with some sort of joy. That's actually why , even though there was already a reasonable offer on this place, I decided to accept theirs and wait for what seemed like an eternity for them to pull their act together. 

The quilt I am mending has a lot more needed work than imagined. Here is a wishing star that has seen better days, and even though it is falling apart, it can be repaired to look like new. Still, I like how what's almost not there still gives it form.  It's almost whispering "...try this, it might be good enough..."

And yes, we found a place.  It's not what we dreamed of, but it will do.

A loose page #91119

 

I've tried my best to repair the audio issues with Feel Free. I think it is ok.  I am in the process of proofreading to make sure all content is in order and nothing got lost.  I will reopen the site next Wednesday, and do my best to catch up and complete part 2 of Patchwork in Perspective by the end of October as planned. And then... your guess is as good as mine.  There will be, most likely, a big space. But space can be like a thread. If you hold a longer view.

 

Today's Nine

...hasn't materialized.

But it's a start.

It might be helpful to imagine oneself as a puzzle piece while feeling puzzled.

(New content link for Small Cloth)

 

A Little Bit can go a Long Way

I caught myself thinking this morning.

About how much I really need.

Sometimes this much can last all week...

I painted the inside of this old wooden bowl white. A while ago. So I could see the colors better. And I drilled a few holes and made a loop for hanging, while it is waiting to hold the beginnings of another small journey. And that loop is a piece of wrapped leather that is part of an old ankle bracelet I made and wore in 1969. Time flies and scraps remain.

A Feel Free Newsletter went out today. Take a peek

Think Simple...

Without the clutter of greed, agenda and expectation, little things can be surprisingly useful.

I try not to overlook that. Think. Consider. Keep Going.

Many times, I get the question..."what do you do with all these little pieces?".

I consider each one, and each step, a thought caught.

And I try to put them in perspective.

Thought Catching now aka Patchwork in Perspective  is officially the first segment of a sharing series I will host in 2019 starting on my birthday, February 19th.

Ok , after thinking for a long time, I have named it and scheduled it. The thing is, I have not figured out how to handle it.  Let me talk a bit. But not today. Tomorrow. Here. Talking to you, Piece-Makers, just to throw some ideas out there. A little catch today, release tomorrow.

Summer and still here

It is what it is.

I've not watered, mowed, planted or trimmed.

Still, it's beautiful as always. I'll take my Dad's blueberry bush (from a cutting years ago after he died) with me. Eventually.

This because a loose dyed square patch was here at my side. With coffee. A square pocket sun.

Just taking a photo. For the shop.

But then. Claimed. Ok. We'll see. He's got no pockets.

I'm posting this evening because tomorrow is our anniversary and I'll take a few days away (to celebrate and mull a few things over, maybe draw a new map) and be back Monday. I'm hobbling but putting weight on the foot. Just a little. By little. Stretching. Feels good. So good.

Three Wishings

For Wendy.

Most of you piece-makers know her from the Magic Feather Project.

She had a little health scare and a little surgery, and she is home resting.  I wish her well here, for all of us.  With a little wishing star that has a path through... woven right in.

We hold you.

With softness.

And offer a full spectrum of healing thoughts.

Birth

The tiny snow globe.

Continued from yesterday, a patch. It's how it goes, how one thing eventually becomes another.

Small enough to hold.

So far 3. I'll need at least 99. I'm sure there will be that many. Eventually. Maybe more.