As in shedding light on, not making light of...
Illumination.
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As mentioned I've been also darkening some cloth.
...the link to a class post about that.
Lightening and Darkening, again considering the magic in that.
Good Morning.
It's cool. Cool for the first time in a long time.
Evidence of cycle. I feel like this one was left for me. Right outside the porch door. Yesterday's confusion led me to a small eye sampler started a couple of years ago. Some eyes still colorless... "complete the full spectrum of vision" I said to myself.
There are Shells of Summer everywhere. They seem like eyes today. New eyes. Old eyes. A reminder that we need all eyes. To see.
The first stitching was done on a single layer. I think I used a hoop. But I cannot find my hoops, tucked a way somewhere because I don't use them much. So I added another layer. Because it is easier to stitch on more than one layer without a hoop. These stitches, today's stitches, go all the way through. I thought about through. Eyes that see through. Different eyes. Evolution. How many seasons will it take?
Then looking through New Eyes.
What I noticed here is how the running (walking) stitch outline seems like a solid line on this side. Because I can see the stitch where it disappeared as well. Appear and disappear have become one. Now that's a new kind of magic.
They also look like some new life form.
Pairing. Pairings , as I call them, just simple connections, have often been my starting point for patchwork. Two, loose scraps, often mismatched, touching, then becoming more. Here, obviously more deliberate, but still, with a bigger cloth in mind, such a simple and effortless and gratifying way to begin. One plus one. These are 2.5" squares, because I was dividing space, and I started with 5". I hung them on a string on the porch, like flags. Clothespins were too heavy so I used pins.
Black and white. The magic seen through new eyes.
Then black-ish and white-ish, because nothing is that simple, black and white.
Prayer flags I thought, though I don't like the word prayer because of its link to religion. I am yes, God-Less. But I thought just redefine it in your own terms. With how you feel. Prayer-ings then today. In the context of the moment. Because a prayer might just be a way for saying Please help me,I can't do this by myself. We might simply ask each other for help. Sometime yesterday, I decided to stop talking about what I really don't know. To sound like I do. Maybe focus on what I can do. Here in this local community. Connect. While still Hunkering Down which seems to gone to hell in a handbasket.
I will talk through cloth here. I know how to do that. That is simply how I find words.
First there were prayer-ings, then paired to become magic 4 patches, my symbol for the time it takes, night and day. Season. And I have the green cross cloth pinned other-side up, using the shadow as a guide to build. A reference point.
What if I use yellow ? Energy. As a center? I think this cloth , the base will come together quite quickly now, Because I am driven. I will embellish with stitch from both sides. Which I think might emphasize and even celebrate a layered connection. I look forward to the day.
It was close to 90 here yesterday in the Valley. It has become summer without me noticing. And we have been here almost 6 months already. Suddenly the forest is becoming carpeted in ferns.
I have never lived with frogs and dragon flies before. The are glorious.
The word Poof.
For the magic of appearing and disappearing. Though, I think, basically a kind of sudden unexplained change in what and where without a lot of why. And perhaps, a bit later, wondering how. More commonly though, linked to the disappearing part. As is nowhere, nothing. Gone.
I stitched a little patch of Poof back here. And I was gone for a while. But was I?
I worked around the patch "log cabin" style (which is like building a basket). I guess, because, for me, poof is a place. Maybe it's an in between place where I need not explain.
Anyway, a larger cloth. I had the 5" puzzle pieces prepared to be a frame of mind. And built the 3" poof to fit in the middle of a blank 9. A safe no place.
Comfort Zone. Sanity Series #?, I lost count.
It's hard to read. It was difficult to make the word appear. Like a new language.
January is passing. I hope to get a new Feel Free Newsletter out by February. Many things have changed. I heard the coyotes here last night, wow.
Finding comfort in simple things.
Like just being here.
Still.
A little path-work.
Trying not to clutter my mind with more than just being.
The window cross, the thing that stands combined with the thing that moves through... again... stitched with magic thread, the magic, a reminder of how things appear and disappear. The form it takes, how we simply bear witness to that, until we are that.
A new post in small cloth, thought catching later.
The thought of simpler times
will surely show more in my making.
The sanity series was prep for that.
I think I have fixed some of the issues here from yesterday.
I am leaving the comments off for a while, because part of the issue was spam.
Today I want to call this
We Are all part of A Larger Magic
Wednesday, TODAY, is now Thought Catching day for Part 1- Patchwork in Perspective. For those already signed up for Part 2, I will put up an introductory post this week. Class begins on July 1.
A Magic Dot cabin...
home is a basket
They began that way.
Then I thought...
Stitch by stitch. Eventually she becomes visible.
Yes, stitch by stitch, I make myself visible. I suppose I could just as easily pull them all out. I left some loose ends just in case.
It's September. Imagine that. Already. Poof.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung