Spirit Cloth

Wordless through Late November

 

Here I  go...

Some old eye of nine. (Somewhere on Magic Cloth 2) The better to see myself with.

Wordless for a bit. But pictures. I can manage that.

I'll be back to talking in December.  And probably there will be a NewsLetter update.

 

Ripping into it

Detail from Magic 2.

This cloth offers so much to  look at. Touch.  Probably I will spend the a lot of time doing that. Before I consider  altering it in any way.  I did a lot of cutting into and mending on this one.  Good practice.  Especially the cutting.  It helped me understand my relationship with ThingNess.  Soften it.

Soul-o on the other hand...

Is a ripper-upper by nature.

And me, a patcher.

High Summer is setting in. Plans have solidified. I will be away  for most of August. For those of you subscribed to Small Journeys, I will be closing the series at the end of this month, a few weeks earlier than planned because life has spoken.

This weekend is my brother's birthday so I will get myself in gear and makes some food for a small gathering planned for tomorrow.

How SHE goes

SHE is disappearing very slowly.  Into what is.  Will be. From what was.

After her face fell off, Ivy rushed to the rescue and has started building her a new one.  Holding her up as well. All the while She becomes food.

I was going to go back and link to all the past in which she appeared over the years. But then no. She belongs to the whole story.

And her ghost , on the second magic cloth, only just appearing.  Waiting patiently to be more.  I think she was calling.  Unroll me. Let me out.

Meanwhile

Unrolled.

Magic 2.

It's been a long time. 

I realize it is not a wall cloth. It's an up close cloth.

It's a touching cloth.

When the nights cool and the fire burns it will be back under the needle. For now some long looking. One side at a time.

Space and Place

 

Living in basically one room through the cold months, living with less, more time to look at what we live with. Mom and Dad have always been on the mantle. I notice them there now. More often.

We shuffled things around and moved the couch near the fire. It folds out. We tidy a lot.  Clutter makes a space seem smaller.

A couch works well as a design wall.  I witness how slowly a small space has morphed into more of a small Place. Considering the difference between space and place.

Place is something more like home.  One might notice how  space becomes that, Place, so quickly.  Shaped by care and need. The simple beauty in that.

That's the other side of Magic Cloth 2 in the last picture. I will sit here and finish the Magic feather Cloth I call Home.

 

a little white, a little red

This morning a little more white, a little red.

Later, on a wall somewhere,  a little more of the same.

I have turned the comments off as I transition into a new season  of talking to myself.  

Confusion and Longing

 

This is  the back  the other side of Magic Cloth 2.   It has been hanging on the wall for a while.   But I just turned it over.   What is interesting about this cloth is that I have worked on it from both sides.   And in that way,  it has a new quality.   Some sort of evidence of the consciousness of the unseen.   Each side has evidence of the other but in a kind and knowing way.  A natural Pair-ing.  A One-ness.    This is now the only cloth on the wall.   Walls.   Waiting.

And I have renamed it.  Just that.   Confusion and Longing.

This year brings big change.  Perhaps a kind of maturity that I have longed for.   It is about less.   And knowing that is OK.   The house was like a gallery  this past year.   Cloth walls.    Now, in these past weeks of transition, wall are just walls.   Everything   not needed has been given away.    Only a few pieces of furniture remain.    Clothing reduced to important things that might fit in a basket.   Closets are empty.   The loft is still filled with cloth scrap, of course.    We are White Washing  and continuing with a clean slate.    Free from  most kinds of longing except the one to be free.  However that may  go.

Maybe confusion comes from wanting too much and trying to manage it all.

The What If blog will be back up in a few days.   Starting over there too.   A new journey without a lot of baggage.

A place for November

Usually the maple leave turn first.   Falling almost before the oak leaves turn.  This season, all the oak leaves on the high trees blew off in the storm, some still green.  And now,  so late in November, the smaller  maples are turning  bright yellow and filling in the spaces  with hopeful color.    I am used to rising before sunrise now.   Sitting with the moon before morning coffee.   Comfortable, as dark changes into almost dark. 
This is a cropped image  from a larger cloth.  Magic cloth 2, still in process.  Which now hangs on a cold wall.   Layers of cloth on a wall will keep you warmer  on cold nights.    I am imagining the moon ( fabric dyed by Deb)  woven in among the trees.   Because there are more spaces now.    The idea makes me feel safe, like mending holes.    Bringing me closer to ideas of moon and space.    And place-keeping.  In a way season is usually a familiar  place.

This is a busy time for me.  Mom requires more of my time and things are still to be done, post storm.   I haven't been wandering around the web much.   Some new stones have been gathered for the magic feather project and I will catch up with it all  real soon. 

Managing vastness

Cloth Hanging