Spirit Cloth

Just Do Something

Just sitting idle, focusing how hard it is to get started is a sure fire way not to get started. Yesterday I sat around tangled up in that. I went back to nine, which , because I have come back to it so many times, has become a circle. Imagine that. I use Nine to find a way.  I begin with a square. Probably we all have something we love. Start there. Love is a seed.

This morning I sketched this. I thought I can stitch this. One square in the middle that can be lifted up like a page. Actually I could put a few layers, like a little book in the middle. Actually this could work with paper too. Actually, that might be a great class. Cloth to Paper. I can get so easily ahead of myself by Thought Catching. That used to confuse me but not anymore. It just leaves me floating in a sea of possibility, and a sea can be like a liquid basket. Evolutionary. I miss the sea honestly. But floating helps.

Letting it Unroll

The last thing I packed.

When I named it. Remember?

So I just unpacked it, which is unrolling really, because I roll cloth, it travels well that way. And unrolling is so much a ceremonial kind of thing.

I finally found my pins and my basket of tacks. The small piece I pinned here was the piece I was working on in Small Cloth, I was mapping transition. Which I could say now looks a bit like a learning curve and at the same time a stream of consciousness.

It's been hard for me to be back here. To find words, to share how it is, even to stitch. I've just not been There. But reading my own post yesterday and a friendly reminder from a good friend (((Dee))) yesterday brought me Here, which is, yes, enough.

Now, if I could just find my recorder, (my studio is a tiny bedroom with not enough space or light)and then remember how it was that I put the recording here (my mind seems older), I could talk a bit about this, how and more importantly why these fit so well together. Talk about the bigger PUZZLE.

The walls here are all different shades of yellow. I like white, but it is fresh paint so let it be.

And this is the road in, or out.  And a very long and steep endeavor to put out the trash. I will try not to make any.

Sometimes

Sometimes you think you are just over your head.

But then, when you stand back, put it in perspective, you realize it is just a frame of mind.

Feel Free went wacky again. Yesterday, later in the day.

A software update wiped out all my audio fixes and put the cute little audio player back but in the wrong places. I had a small meltdown. None of you have ever experienced those. (that might make an interesting audio)

The man says they are not pretty.

I made a late day post which expressed a bit of hopelessness. I deleted it.

I stayed up all night to patch it up. To prove myself wrong.  

She patched another hole, and so it goes.

You make a promise, you do your best to keep it.

New content in Part 2/ Small Cloth. Rolling.