Spirit Cloth

Big Thread

I dyed some string. Big Thread.

I lost myself in the deep pool of thought again.

Now free, this one has become it's own deep pool of thought.

I tied it to a tree. 

Been a bit distracted, trying to find Michelle. She's been missing from my internet world since the 21st, which seems odd. Especially Facebook where I am used to seeing multiple posts per day. Maybe her computer died. But she has not called me and has not answered my emails or responded to phone calls. So I guess I am worried. Because I we love her.

when I have said all I can say

I get tired of most People.

But not cloth. Love is that. Love is the thing that keeps going. Asks for nothing in return. It is rare and not as common as it is made out to be. I think the word love is used too loosely. That is what is running through my mind this morning. With coffee. And no glasses. Suddenly I seem to be able to see without them. 

The stitched spirals are rather loose and random. That's enough. I will look for some indigo cloth to cover the back edge. If I don't have enough I will dye some. 

Acorns are dropping.

In Perspective

Some Sadness I guess

as I glanced from the window off the Bigger Bedroom.

The view from outside the porch.  Suddenly I thought I knew how it felt, more clearly, the confinement. But then, it was more clearly how it might just seem from outside. He is safe. Healthy. Reconsidering boundaries. Loved. And more loving. From inside you would never know.

Pinned to the center of the Endless Wishing cloth (a larger cloth) today. The March stray. Alone but not. Sheltered from the storm. Again.

Thought caught: A large cloth might be a shelter to smaller cloth. And a way to put things in perspective.

So, my final decision is to host Part 3 of Patchwork in Perspective, large cloth, here on this blog, Open, with the option to donate if you are so inclined, or if you are able. Some media content will be hosted on  WordPress/ Feel Free pages but the gateway will be here. Ok then, that's that. When? That's next.  Maybe better sooner than later.  Maybe start real slow...let me check on batteries for my audio recorder and make sure my video skills are still there.  Or whatever, let's make do. The last hurrah!

No agenda, just going, grateful for the company.

I will update my Feel Free Newsletter soon. 

The Gallery/Shop?, nah for now, too much about just me.

Off to finish my taxes. Tomorrow will hopefully be another day.

Love.

Honor

And here, now, a bigger picture.

It's a bit like sitting at the laundromat. The washer and dryer are in an alcove to the left. An alcove that they do not quite fit in.  We thought to move them to the basement. We don't need to, just want to. We thought, we could build the opening out a bit. Put a door, or even a curtain. But right now, gee, I'm just in grateful mode. Grateful for such a luxury, the washer, the dryer (probably tho, the clothesline will get more use).  So to honor them, I sit with them for now. Thoughts of venting the dryer heat inside makes sense. 

I have moved the table, changed its orientation, so there is a  corner to sit in with sun at my back. A sewing  chair then, for now.  The other chair, for looking out.  I think this is the winter studio really. 

Laundry is cloth right? oh ha! I do honestly love washing and ironing, maybe that's why. It's like honoring Cloth. Caring. 

This morning, with coffee, honoring two friends.  A little pairing to bring them together. A Glennis moon. Some Richard Carbin vintage blues from Japan.  I honor them. For their dedication to work and family. Their honesty. Their generosity. Their authenticity. I will cobble this together, using a scrap of my own blue to block out part of the ikat pattern on the bottom. To make it look like a landscape. Good people are like a place. To rest.

Oh and I made a little valentine. Nine for Love. 

Persistence

Still at it.

We celebrate every Friday the 13th.

We missed July, this time we remembered.

That's Magic in the background.  The one cloth left on the wall.