Spirit Cloth

What is Just Going?

 

Good Morning Ragmates.

Today will probably be the last really warm day here.

The maples over the ridge have turned golden. Isn't that amazing?

Been exploring this land.  As it turns out, there are walnuts here. Right Here. As Mom used to say...How about that?

The dyepo(e)t waits.

Reconsidering  path has brought me to The Tenderness of Place  aka Everything is So Fragile (I decided, yes, yes I could, I could name them all that, it works right?).

There are things. I will be away for a bit. Away from here, home that is, here and there, but maybe still posting. We'll see. Just little things, no worry. 

Yesterday I couldn't post here.

But I remembered some Free Selves I have in a box somewhere. Couldn't find them so I made one to remind myself to keep looking. Some of Deb's cloth here. But you probably know that, it has such character.

I let her wander from here to there, held her, carried her for a while and then placed her in a way to illustrate how sometimes we may seem free but we all might be held, at the same time, even trapped by some kind of personal darkness. Just a thought caught. Just a way to look at that thought while wondering why people are so confusing to me. To each other. How blind spots form. 

Today, I woke up covered in Poison Oak. It's been a long time and it ain't pretty. An itch that might prevent even thinking for a few days. I'm exhausted anyway. But then sleep might not come too easily either. 

 

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.

Large Cloth as Place again

PlaceKeeping.

A term I have used for so long. For many parts of my journey, mostly in cloth making.

P is for Place. Place is a special part of Space. Very often a kind of home.  Or a destination. (as recorded in the Feel Free Glossary on April 19, 2019. Gee time has indeed passed quickly.) Then, even a reference point. Lately a place to hide.

How much this robe is like a blanket but then a robe's 3 dimensional aspect is so much more a "structure".

Here on a stick, balanced between a chair and a the half wall that separates the room with the big table and the fire room below. Before coffee.

I turned it other-side out. I made the blue side first, then coated the other-side with what I had here. It wasn't too hard because it is based on rectangles. When I first made this I was in another frame of mind. I wasn't much thinking about "through". I was trying hard to make sure that what was on one side would be independent of the other.  The invisible stitch was a big part of that. But over time, I relaxed. And began to take a different approach. A few things began to come through. I haven't worn it much other-side out. I never liked how the sleeves looked. I am going to coat them with another layer. I don't need to but I want to. Some thin plant dyed silk gifted to me by an old friend. To recolor them, which will make them warmer but not much heavier. Ultimately also useful.

I found some basting still in this from like 20 years ago. I have been using it for so long I almost forgot how unfinished it could remain and still be useful. Most definitely it will never fall apart with all the layers. In my lifetime. It's robe weather. I have a few robes. What a luxury. Probably I only need one. 

I have decided it might serve me well to create some project pages over at Feel Free to keep things together.  Typepad continues to have issues and well, maybe. I will catch some thoughts about that today. While wearing my renamed robe other-side out. While I look for that silk.

And while I am rambling, the PlaceKeeper link up top on this blog has become so outdated, a lot of the links are not working, I will be rethinking that as well. Maybe while I line those sleeves.

And so it Continues

The story.

The thing is, we are in it, wherever we are. Whatever form we take. 

Suddenly I have so much to say.

But I will wait.  I stitch. The feel of it is what I need. The feel of going. That little mirror helped a lot. 

Yes, there are comment issues here. No, I am not going to change anything, especially anything I have to pay for. Maybe at one point, just unthreaded comments, like simpler times. Maybe we will just have less to say. So for now, switching browsers to Microsoft Edge is working for me. Might work for you. I can see comments and reply to comments. Here, and on other Typepad Blogs. I will continue here, with the story and link to Feel Free when necessary, or just switch to blogging there if I need to.  I did a test post over there last night and it seems those already subscribed received the post as an email, so I know it will work when it needs to. So I am around. Here, There and Elsewhere. Just going. If you can't find me, just imagine NoWhere being just as good a place as any. Imagine something Peaceful.