Spirit Cloth

a wishing heart

There was some going...

while feeling unsure.

I just really like the threads in this photo.

There are a lot of loose threads here.

to be continued...

...as we near my 71st birthday in February of 2022 ( geez, do you believe it?) I will begin recording creative process over at Feel Free as part of a new (teaching?, maybe just saying) segment of Patchwork in Perspective, the forever part. In preparation, the Feel Free site will be down, for a bit, so I might make some necessary changes. 

What will this place be then? Home I guess. The safety net. In case I fall back inward at some point or run out of things to say.  I have a sense that I might be rocking back and forth. 

Snow stopped, sun's out. I love how Soul-o is more of the beast today. He just came in from the cold.

Just these things

This morning when I turned on the light. Just there.

Must have blown in on the wind. Or the Man is being funny.

When we moved here, Magnolia was blocking the front door. The previous owner was crippled and came in through the garage, unable to make it up the front steps. We trimmed a large branch. She has healed beautifully. 

Just a simple stacking. But yet an intricate exercise in balance. And alignment. I remember my first snowman. Back then I never questioned why it was a man.

A snow Woman she will be, with a fire inside. Sewing Small, looking forward to continuing with Small Cloth. Going to talk about that tomorrow.  Which can really be the birth of Large Cloth. Scale, like form is liquid anyway.

Antibiotics done. Head clearing.

I didn't get to the new email feed thing yesterday, I will try again today. 

Even more frigid days are upon us.

 

Considering Limitation

It happens. Things do become more difficult as we age.

I made this ages ago.

I thought it simply illustrated limitation. The cropping. Still fits in the puzzle. Quite beautifully.

When I find some time, I am going to make this on a larger scale. Here, based on a 3" square. I call it Nine for limitation. With a small l.

I will be away for the day. Eye Surgery for the Man. Me, the designated driver. Hey Ho.

words are welling up

I realize it isn't really natural for me to be silent.

A Day is a Day

Gosh, I love not typing. There should be just talking here as well, but I am not ready. 

some rainy morning

A big wind just blew through me. Can't talk now. Later.

Above Us Only Sky

So the patch party is continuing in the background here, lightening heavier thoughts. And really to use up some scrap here.  Today's self is just that, a basket of scrap, amazed at how big it has become. Amazed at how small the pieces are. Trying to rebuild something useful. 

I like how the old sky can be a roof over our heads, and the thought of neighbors sharing sky. I think about what we do or don't believe divides us but really we all know there is sky. We could start there. Still looking for a larger scrap of that cloud cloth, maybe that's it. Not really liking the roof shape either, maybe just clouds. But I don't know. I guess I'll know when I feel it. Or not.

Before I look back, I am looking now. I lose track of where I am.

The other side of Magic. Which is somehow a big relief.

Not much will be going on here in December. Probably some yearly mending. I will begin Reconsidering Magic with the New Year. Maybe just take some time out for Silly as well.

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.

Just simple what-iffing

It wasn't a plan but when he said, what if you make the living room into your studio?, it took me about 15 minutes to make the changes.  The only big window.  Oh yeah, feeling more like home.

Patch Play du jour. 

And I forgot about the sailboats from a while back, just found a pile of them waiting for stitch. I guess I could use the tips of triangles for waves. Way back they were mountains and even tee pees.  It's amazing what you might do with simple shapes. But I guess that is at the root of patchwork.  And I have probably said that so many times before.

Oh gee, what if I could make a houseboat?

Moving the studio has me sorting through piles again.

I feel a loose patch party coming on. It's the silly season anyway. I need to order some wine. 

There's not much wall space in this new studio spot, but the hallway could work. I need to look at all the loose dyed patches together. And the basement is cold. I will warn him, there will be no escape from my madness now...

I will calm down after the new year. 

I'm late posting today, so this will probably get delivered tomorrow, what day is it anyway?

Just November

There is no storm today.

But there sure are a lot of leaves.

The lightness has changed.

And I am , again, thinking about community.

And how easily that can fall apart.

How confident we can become.

But in perspective, well being, well, it might really take a village.

These simple pair-ings reminded me. What if I just spend some time connecting a few loose patches. A little building. An exercise in usefulness. An end of the year round up with scraps of self.  Just these little connections reassure me. End of the year beginnings.