Spirit Cloth

dec 15

How it is

December is a month for Mending in my little world

This blog (and my Feel Free teaching site) will be under maintenance until the New Year. Up and down until it feels ready to continue whatever that means. This is just a post to let you know. Navigation may be limited as things get rearranged. OK then, thank you for your kind patience. Have a good holiday, whatever that might mean to you.

PS. You might find me on Instagram now and then.

Hanging

Hanging here, these small loose favorite things, I used to dress up this ugly chandelier when I moved here...(do you believe we are almost a year in?) they have come to be quite handy in these stay at home times.

The thing about hanging...

...is that a thread is often involved, at least here, hanging by a thread.

Thread is good. It's the part of the equation that we can use for change. 

This is an old piece. I just named it Coming Back to Life. Normally I might go back and check what I called it way back when. Catch that thread. But I am wondering how useful that is. The story is already in me and maybe the current thread is what I should go with. To continue. Today is a loose patch.

It is still warm here but that will change soon enough. I have collected a lot of plant material here and cooked up an Earth Yellow brew. I often over-dye but rarely over print. I am thinking about that today. That thought is hanging in my mind. By a thread.

Things will be a bit piecemeal here for the rest of 2020. I think I will pull it all together with the turn of the year. Still stitching on Holding Pattern. It's a gift to be given by year's end.

Ps. I feel Good.

The Drama of Facing Through

The Cut:

The cut is hard sometimes, but I have come to love it. It is a wound, a hole, an opening, a separation, a new edge, a space, a way through, an undoing and a challenge. A letting go.

The Patch:

The patch is, well, quite simply a way to solve a problem. So it might be anything and everything we might use to do that. We could whittle it down to simply, an idea. 

The evidence of path:

Story. How did it happen? 

Most often, I cut through to make things smaller, to look through, or to weave through. Cutting away , as in erasing, that falls into another category. Much less drama, unless it annoys you to change your mind. The cut through is exhilarating. I think it shows a confidence related to understanding your materials. Or simply a curiosity that needs to be exercised. And it won't kill you. When I weave into, everything becomes quite stabilized, despite the cut. There is often a layer (of thought) you cannot see. And a new dimension is realized. Something moving through.

I may be indirectly addressing the idea of loss. Which seem to me arises from the fear of having to let go. But I think I am focusing on the IT. Letting IT go. Letting go is something quite beautiful if we stop holding on to IT. The thing-ness.  The thing needs to evolve. That is the natural order of how it becomes. Transformation, after all,  moves all the way through us. It's not like...a new haircut.

I have not figured out the audio yet, but hey ho.

If you follow me on Instagram, there is a video of the cut.

Oneness

After some technical advisement, the short version of the story,I did, indeed,lose the files on my hard drive. And the computer is non functional. So "things" fell apart. But I didn't. And I have kept my needles threaded. Just needing some time to gather some appropriate patches. Seems the older I get, the more pieces there are to work with. And ways to hold them together.