Spirit Cloth

4 am

Sleep has returned some normalcy to my days.

I feel it, a sense of OKness, self, that has been absent this past year.

Rising really early is like food to me.

I love just jars. How they fill a space with glistening emptiness.

The cloth to the left of the above photo. Safe But Open. It has been that. For a while now.

Still seems that. Looking again but not renaming. Knowing the unfinished here, the clothworks that surrounds me, will sustain me as I become along with them. There is really no such thing as finished in this regard. I have almost lost interest in it. The "finished product". At each glance, it is, and I can hold that. Over and over. We are the same. We are liquid.

Everything, in Perspective, is liquid.

 

Inspired by the Cloth Itself

And a thread from here to there...

I am really enjoying this scratched/old filter lately, probably because I can relate.  I had added a dyed layer over a print, loving how the illusion of it sliding behind the foliage gave it depth.  That gave me a similar idea here. 

But before I go further, let me just say, that all my audio and video will be at Feel Free now, as I move to my new series Everything in Perspective. I have decided to continue as long as I can with a modestly priced password protected format. You can come here to read about life and see what I am doing (and that can be enough) and then you might choose to follow the thread (if you are so inclined) to dive deeper into my process. Very much deeper. 

Why?

The feed here is unreliable and media is next to impossible to host, especially audio.

This blog has so much content, but the way I just go makes it hard to hold the bits together in any cohesive manner at this point.

I need to generate a bit more income. For reasons that aren't just about me.

The WordPress format is helping me organize my thoughts for book-writing.

I will release a full description of the final part to the series at the end of the month, which will begin mid February. If you are subscribed there you will receive details in a post, if not there will be a thread from here to there.

The thread from here to there, sounds simple, but really the journey is really so much more than a straight line. If you try to map how it holds together.

We are in for another storm. And frigid weather following. The most winter winter we have seen in a long time. I need to run to the grocery store because grocery delivery here is no longer happening due to a shortage of drivers. And low inventories.

But Hey. Let it snow.

 

 

 

New word in 2022

By breaking up the ground she stood on, her going, growing, was softened as if she re-formed in sympathy sempathy with something more liquid. Making for a more Peaceful Transition. 

Sempathy is my new word. And I think it might be a new word. Derived from sympathy and empathy, a transitional word that combines me and all of you/everything in a new way. Sempathetic Evolution then.

I used a fragmention field here, on the bottom and have added that to my Spirit Cloth Language glossary over at Feel Free.  This year I will be focusing on completing that glossary. Because I simply need to look at it as a whole.

...there was a small gathering with 

only as much wine that would fit

in a turkish tea glass.

we slept well.

Happy New Year.

love.

And yes, still fog.

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.

Does it matter what day it is? really...

It doesn't here.

There is no time here. Just Slower Cloth.

I have removed the date from the posts. That solves the problem for me, days without edges...although that would drive the man crazy, he is a numbers guy. Anyway, the feed is not working properly but it seems to publish by email eventually so I think, ok, stuff will be here, there, wherever, when it is there. ok.

Just the time it took.

Today? There was a moment of sunlight but the storminess has returned. It might be yesterday for you. But for me, just new indigo leaves.

I moved The Deep Pool of Thought to the wall next to the computer. So there might be some crossover while I type. It had been pinned over A Nest of Days.

I just wanted to look at it again. I asked myself if I should make it bigger. I didn't answer. 

Now, some time off, whatever that means. See you later...

Over and Over

Big Rain yesterday. Big.

Picked the rest of the indigo, which seems to ever renew. Most of it anyway. Figuring it would get crushed in the downpour. 

Indigo, the salt method over previously dyed scrap, Pom and oak. I like an earthy color.  A colored base layer helps.

This morning.  Indigo, the salt method take 2, to deepen the color, promising. 

The pineapple top is sprouting, can't even remember how many times I tried this. Enough I guess.

 

Everything is...

September.

A warm one really.

There are berries on the dogwood. The birds will be happy about that.

There are pears despite tree fungus. All the leaves turned black and fell off. But there are pears. Smaller but sweet. I will learn more about pears. These grow along the road in. Trees need to be trimmed along the wood's edge, too much shade.  Next year, more fruit trees and some learning.

There is a circle here on Everything is So Fragile.  Even though it is too big to see. More than one actually.  Suddenly it has occurred to me that there is no other kind of direction. In perspective.

Composition

Compose.

To begin with something. To make peace with it.

That is how I use the word.

There is a the physical thing. The need for it to feel right, and to hold together, at least long enough to reconsider.  Letting it, helping it  BE.

There is also the thought behind it. I always hope that might become a tool and not a weapon. 

I make changes, often based on softening my original vision. Even though I was often taught the opposite. In this case my thought has softened as well, and this one has become more about that. How dark and light might lean into each other.  Which is really quite a concept if you think about it.  I remember how weaving taught me so much about that. Softening. The new form in that. Anyway, I am rambling today because that is how things come together.

Feel it

To Continue...from here

There was audio here. I could not get it to work. 

I give up on TypePad. Time to move on.

Try going over to Feel Free, I can't get the links to work here, click on blog/journal in the sidebar. The post should be there.

Considering the Page as a Moment

link to audio if you see no player above. It happens.