Spirit Cloth

Hello and Goodbye

Hello, it' almost mid February. Already.

Time is flying and I seem to be standing still.

The weekend was spent with the Boy(because he will always be my boy) and the Woman. They stayed for a bit while they installed a tent to the car for cross country camping on their way to California, on their way to Hawaii, on their way to Japan.

There was laundry and packing and conversation. And a lot of rain.

There wasn't much time to worry about computer problems. Or even care. It was good to see them and then nice to see them rolling off... just going.

 

I stitched together a few loose patches to celebrate holding time and a roof over one's head and how many ways we might feel safe. It went quietly into the shop yesterday and quietly flew away.  I'm left with wondering why I didn't stress about the computer and a lot to reconsider. In any case, there is a techy man here and I'm up and running walking.

 

Visitation

We are fish sitting.

The aquarium has been set up on the kitchen counter. Because there was room.

Because they will be traveling for a few months.

The boy with his winter coat.

Some Grey Tuesday

That this kind of day.

A lights on kind of day.

At the foot of the bed, in the sleep loft, on the wall, a photo by my son. The Boy. It's big one. It reminds me of my folks. The old sea. It actually seems bigger than it is.

I've probably said it before, but I can get right in it.  Away.

Not unlike cloth.

Away is so needed right now. Beyond politics, it's the man himself. Just Saying, ideology aside, he's an ass.

I need to get back to Feel Free. The organizing. The way to do that.

I've been stitching stars. Needle Chanting. Hoping for a plan.

What I ended up with was ShapeShifting. With a note to self:  "...the transformative edge of going..."

That was big enough for today. I'll talk more about it tomorrow.

Seems there might be some snow coming.

 

Turning

We went to Brooklyn yesterday.

To pick up scrap wood for burning.

To see The Boy. A man really.

Before we left I noticed the dust on the old wheel.

It sits atop of the old dusty loom. And I wonder why I have so many things I don't use much. Maybe simply because one season turns into another so quickly. Or I just love them.

Today it is warm. Raining. We need the rain. The sound of it on the studio roof, is extra comforting because of that.

This morning, an old dusty photo. The boy, so much younger, in Nana's basket hat.

I love him. And the old sea behind him.

And I love the rain. How so far it always returns here. Nine for Rain unrolled, waiting for a bit more stitch. I wonder how today will change it.   ?

Into September

Yesterday was my son's birthday.

He wasn't here.

He was here. Somewhere in Maine. (photo by the woman) He's been working so hard. It is good to see the "away" smile.

Today. Here. It's a quiet day.

Technology has been tamed. The shop is ok. It'll just be there, when I need it. No more time thinking about that. Nope. Just for the record, I do not take reservations or commissions or money up front. It is not a business and I am just going. Not planning where really. I don't want to think about it that much. I think, after thinking too much yesterday, that my work has evolved into the freedom from that and that's why I love it. Take my advice, it is better that way.

And so, as I am UnRolling things here, they are like reminders.