Spirit Cloth

What is a life?

I so relate to a basket of scraps.

There is a mirror across from the bed, on the closet door. This is a pic of the reflection. I was trying to get a pic of soul-o, but the pic was snapped before I was ready. So here we are. Me almost 71 and he is getting older too. Sleeping in again. 

We are about to remove that mirror. And the closet wall it hangs on.  Maybe ourselves. With a hammer. It'll be a mess. But we don't care. This house is just too "house", if you can get that.  Who needs closets?  Not me. I prefer baskets. Or just less stuff. We need light moving through.  The walls without heating vents, we think they need to go. At least that is the thought caught today.

Meanwhile, looks like a bigger snow coming at the end of the week... so off to the market we go. I made a note to self, to grow and freeze or preserve more veggies next season. Get organized in that regard. 

I needed some sun. I will talk about this one eventually. Maybe I said that already when I started it

10 years

or so

ago.

December 11 and it has begun

The dreaming. The kind you do with your eyes open. 

The long stare.

Sometimes there cannot be talking. I am ready to hold my words. Wait. Like Magnolia.

This mapping, the other side, perhaps is a way to explain some new thoughts. But not yet.

What interests me today is the stitches you don't see, cannot see, don't need to see. And how that is part of form and even identity. 

The truth in not being sure.

That part of form.

That's it.

I think this is my last post of the year. With words.  Maybe photos then, no comments. Let's take a break from trying to explain. See what form that takes.

Talk to you on the other side...

Again

Yesterday, after an all night rain.

He is growing up. Big and strong and almost friendly. 

Now it is raining, again, like I have never seen. Expected to continue until tomorrow morning. 

We need not more rain. Maybe if the porch roof falls in, we will save some money on demolition. 

An old dream that was in need of some seasonal adjustment. A scrap of cloth used in The Deep Pool of Thought on the lower left corner. Almost like a question, will snow come early this year?

And this one.

I love it just because it has no real agenda. I just enjoyed it. Has a circus feel, doesn't it? I added scraps of self as they appeared. The curved cloth weaving, I like it and might try something larger with this concept. And the sun will come out eventually, though the garden is taking a beating. There will be work to do and that is how, why, we keep going. 

It needs fringe.  I'm running low and will have to make some soon. 

I lost this post twice already, let's try again...

just Being Part of It

 

 

Mostly I planted perennials this year. They will return. And reseed, populate.

But I also did a lot of dead heading and trimming, I brought the spent blooms in to make pretty and and consider the in between. And then they dry.

Soul-O likes to sit near them. Likes the way they smell.

Likes them so much sometimes he butts them with his nose. Seeds fall out, if they are ready, I collect them.  I lump them all together  and store them in jars, put them downstairs in the cool basement. So many from one flower. I will plant them before deep winter, spread them around at wood's edge. And along the outside and inside the garden fence. Some down at the end of the road in by the mailbox. The deer will eat some of them. Hey ho. 

And what has happened here? Playing with vertical and horizontal stitch lines, which is taking like forever, but then poof!, this old self has begun to have the feel of being woven in. I'm not done considering this and I will talk eventually. 

Yesterday's Progress

I just let him sit there for a while.

I am not in a hurry.

The stem line, just marked with pen, where and as the thread fell. Started stitching but didn't finish. And yes, that's Deb's thread. Waiting.

Change is at the Heart of Season.  I want to name this that. Heart of Season. I thought how oddly we attach ourselves to the expected outcome and that it is probably just a slow repeating shift toward the unrecognizable. If we only lived long enough. 

PS. I will remove the PlaceKeeper from the top blog menu, it is way outdated. Let me rethink that.

Game Over

I picked a name from the Game of Chance Basket this morning. 

This one I renamed All Mixed Up, I am letting it go, because I don't feel all mixed up anymore. I will just weather the storm. 

This helped.

There will be an internet service guy in the house today. Even though the previous provider miraculously fixed the service they denied was their problem. I don't much like being smeared, tricked or lied to. Switch-a-rooni. Ok. Time to mask up and keep our fingers crossed...

Deepening Winter.

It's cold, we've gone Polar. Looks like below freezing for a week or so. And maybe some snow. The big unstacked wood pile is frozen. An excuse to continue with other things. 

Life became really confusing this last year. Maybe actually just confusing. 

In any case, The Deep Pool of Thought... posts here and here... has become a larger cloth still, simply by giving it a different use. And it could be a blanket too if I keep going.  And I probably will, what else is there? And it's cold.

What's happening with all my internet places? Well, I'm sorting through that. 

I was going to start talking here today but the man is sleeping and the basement is cold and so tomorrow will hopefully be another day. 

My Real New Year

There is a lot of considering in the air.

At one point, after a lot of practice, one just might be able to 

Consider All Things

To be continued...

8 months here...

Sometimes time flies.

Then. Sometimes it doesn't. One day you might be standing, the next day, not. Why? I laugh. Hindsight won't change this moment.A few days stitching spirals. Coffee but still inching along.

I marked the meeting place after Liz's comment on the last post. I was going to say yesterday but I missed yesterday.

Dad's blue bowl, now a bee refreshment station.  I think he would like that. Yes, I still know him after such a long time gone. 

Days are Days

Things are things.

I could not be here until today. There was a fiber optic break in the area, no internet.

Then Big Storms. More rain than I ever imagined. Lightning. Thunder. Heat. Humidity.

Then the power went down. Other stuff. Typepad. Water in the basement. Things.

Today, new things.

But there have been days.

I took my own teaching to heart. In spare moments, catching up on the pairings that I put together since I began them a while ago. After the death of George Floyd. Forty Three is the name of this cloth now. After sewing half naked on the porch feeling blue. Today's Pairing will make it 44.

It's already a blanket.

And I picked this one up. In the Thick of It. Worked on developing a broader vision. Added fringe for continuing. 

Still stormy and steamy here. Still technology issues. Still blue and wondering if it is because I keep trying to keep things the same. I think I am fighting with what needs to be. I have many thoughts but I think I will just go make some coffee. With ice. 

Still Wednesdays folks, Summer Hours, some Instagram in between.