Spirit Cloth

wave storming

 

Dense fog this morning. A relatively warm day.

I need to finish planting bulbs. 

Some parts of circles can make boats too. And sails I have some of those... most of what I had here was just pinned. So I can switch them around. I needed a small fleet this morning. A community at sea. What if a community doesn't depend on location? There are also those who got left behind. 

Fog over a small journey.  Fog can be dangerous at sea. And also , I imagine, very beautiful. 

I am not trying to be clear here, just dreaming. Enjoying the fog then.

Roots and Waves and Upheaval

New Roots.

At sunrise. Roots always seem ancient to me. But they are also a symbol of continuing. And newness then, a way to hold in the going. I was glad to see these this morning. The year has been so destabilizing. And these new roots make me feel like I am more at home.

I just kept stitching. This morning I sense a sea of stitch has formed. I am resting, floating in it.

Honestly I feel more puzzled than ever. Stitch is simple and I can understand it.

Out walking. Still learning the land.

This might be a favorite place. Old Earth is such a Timekeeper. A Story Teller. A story cloth I may well rest beneath one day... I made a new category, Old Earth. The Earth seems older here.

Just to Go

I have been just quilting. Not saying a lot, but thinking.

I have taken many quiet stitches, slowly, and hope to talk about that more tomorrow.

Sometimes you just decide, and I decided to just go and finish this by the end of September. Let it fit within this time. Funny thing is, the cloths here are never really finished. I don't know what made me want to say that. I think I just need to draw a line.  Everything seems so fuzzy.

We made it to a "sea" a few days ago. Found the Hudson. Not too far from here. A quiet spot. It made me feel more whole.

Hello Hudson River then. I took a few of those stitches here as well.

 

My Mother's Waves

I never looked at this so closely before.

I took my first actual quilting stitches on this one. That is, the ones that go all the way through. One single thread of embroidery thread. Outlining the cross applique. I did this to hold the center through all the layers and to see where those loose patches were in relationship to the center on the other side. I took the center red baste out and I moved them outward to make more space for a new day. A sun.

I did this before the sun actually came up here. 

The Big Swing

My mood is unusually unstable.

This old painting says it, pretty much. With maybe the addition of a big laugh in between. The state of the world isn't helping.

 

I do have this lovely photo of the sea, by my son, I will hang it today.  We talked about it. How much I miss her, Old Sea. Maybe we can't won't stay here.  The thing is, if we do, if we need to, it is colder in winter. Winter is longer.

I looked at Mom's lamp, Hi Mom, and the old weaving of earth beast on the wall, and I thought gee, probably because we are in robe mode and one thing leads to another, why not consider a wool robe ?, one that might give me an opportunity to use all the stray wool and woolen weavings around here. And the sun is out! OK, mood swing!

The Two Things

The Things that Stands,

then, the Thing that Moves Through.

Both, possibly. just the sense of something.

I'm strengthening the Standing part. By quilting the layers. While considering what's coming.

It's turned way cold. Thankfully the only fire burning here is the one under the walnut/pom pot which is also keeping us warm.

And there, she is, just a glimpse this morning. Old Sea. The longer view, like a reminder of what holds steady, is back.

Just as it was.

Postcard from the edge.

Perspective

'Twas a fine ceremony. Small and personal.

A bit chilly and windy but we had the beach to ourselves.

I framed it. With points of light. Thread Beads. They are wishing stars seen from very far off. Imagined.

I'll finish this up this evening. I need to go outside. The sun is out.

Thanks for all the well wishing. All is well. Here. Now.

But on a broader scale, still not so much.

There is a celebration this weekend. I'll be away.

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.