Spirit Cloth

The Snow Moon Effect

...as if breathing new life into an old cloth...
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Over Time

...they Became Like a Tree.

A Typepad glitch is keeping me from viewing and replying to comments, here and on other Typepad blogs. So, comments off and I am going to take some time away and get lost in some details.  The stray cat series has evolved into the stray selves series, realizing that I may contain a whole spectrum of beasts to deal with. I need to consider this more deeply anyway. 

And in the News, Feel Free is not closing but will be temporarily down for a while so I might fix a few things, I will be reopening the Spirit Cloth Shop soon, it is now sweater weather, and Grace's Hill is still there. The winds have shifted,I hear the smoke may reach NY. 

March tease

Almost 70. Yesterday. Ha, like me!

Rain, sun, wind, fog. No snow. That's coming next along with cold.

The Japanese Andromeda bloomed. Must have been overnight. Reminding me that life goes on even when it doesn't. New York, they say, now has 40% of all cases in the country. The car won't start, even after replacing the battery. The small repair shop within walking distance, a loooong walk, is thankfully still open. We'll see. 

I saw my first groundhog this morning. He comes to eat the kitchen scraps I dump in the compost. I haven't rigged up anything official yet in terms of a bin. 

I have nothing to show you today, and I have not done a video test yet, but pop over to Shibori Girl Studios. Glennis has set up a page for Moon Making Videos, some how to for all you indigo lovers. I know a lot of you have asked about the process and I don't really teach that... And if you are learning something and enjoying her gift, please consider dropping a few coins in her basket, there is a donation link in her sidebar. Things are tough, more so for some than others, especially those who rely on small business that has all but dried up in this crisis. Every little bit helps. And when things get tough, the tough seem to keep going and giving. I learned my indigo skills from Glennis and I am for ever grateful for her generous spirit.

And say hi for me.

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So Ragmates, the audio seems to work as is, and video is just a matter of getting my ass in gear. I will begin soon. With no plan, no agenda, just going. Here, where the group is more likely to be smaller, more intimate. Safe. More like simpler times. I will ratchet down a few details over the weekend because all I know now is:

Patchwork in Perspective part 3

Large Cloth and whatever else gets us through

Thank you as always , for your kind support and company.

 

 

 

 

Mind Games part 2

 

I think maybe this post should've could've been over at Thought Catching (Patchwork in Perspective, part 1)  But I think it just needed to be here, for now, before I begin again over there. 

Today, and for the last few days actually, my thoughts have been about thinking. About changing my mind actually. I am going to talk, just  test, for talking here, in this new place. Practice. Let's give it a try...

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Anyway, I left the moon underneath this time. And the sun has become a new kind of symbol here, another day. The moon is always there anyway even if you can't see it. And Dad, loved the sun on his shoulders and he loved just being alive.  And I have decided that changing your mind is, in a way evolutionary. And in no way shameful or weak or embarrasing. It's just another day. Like tomorrow. For this thinking being, the moment is more than now. And that is just + going/gone. A thread. 

 

Seems Soul-o likes a sunny spot too. And he seriously decided this is his chair. For now.

I'm just thinking today anyway. 

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. 

A Patch is a Patch

The Wedding Quilt (made before I was documenting such things) is wearing thin. It was a thin summer cloth to begin with. Only 2 layers, the patched top and a flannel sheet backing.  No batting. It accepts mending so well. 

The old Square Patch was almost worn Away.

The new Patch is a Circle.

Mismatched, Perhaps. 

Useful though, then...Beautiful and Crazy wHole.

Puzzle Solved. Square Peg. Round hole. Yes we can.

A Harvest Moon Patch then.  Because Time Passes. We learn. Reap what we sow.

Sew. Ha!

Eclipse

The moon was visible.

It was dark inside. Low lamplight. And as I waited I looked around. I thought eclipse might be considered as a compositional element.

How new form might evolve from disappearing. The pictures were blurry but that's how thoughts begin.

And then I fell asleep. I woke up early but it was too late.

This morning...

When you catch a thought you might hold it long enough to make it useful. Sometimes it takes a long time.

What if I start with that? Thought Catching. Part 1 of 9. Share how it moves through me...

Snow . Stitch.

It did, it snowed a bit.

I'm celebrating. Stitching across an old moon.

Thread beads. But today I will call it the Snow Stitch. Frame of mind.