Spirit Cloth

October's Path

It's been a warm Autumn.

Just yesterday I made the comment that there was no real color change here yet.

Obviously  the Dogwood didn't change color overnight. Guess I've been busy.

I was out this morning, in a slow drizzle. With the camera. Trying to slow my mind down. The path. Strewn with little bits of color.

In sympathy with that, I finished the detailing on this one. With a full spectrum of berries.  THREAD BEADS  This one is a gift. That is happening so much lately.  Although I didn't get to detail the process on this one, I will have a lot more time here to make others...

I have added a STITCH page to Feel Free. In process of course. I will add one for Patchwork and Color tomorrow. I am probably going to create a sort of map of empty pages marked "under construction" just to give myself an outline to work with.

 

 

Leaning Continued

 

The  Tendency to Lean.

From here...since it seems to me that the tendency to lean implies flow and sympathy with that.

I find myself taking the opportunity to condense what I have here by putting, now stitching, one thing that I might like a lot over another that I  need to let go of.   In this way  nothing is really lost, but there is less.  At least it seems that way. Therefore feeding my tendency to crave more space. And the tendency toward being obsessed with one thing becoming another.
Over and over.

 

Piece by Piece

 

An old piece (peace) from 2009. 

Posted many times for many reasons. 

 

 

Yay!

Imagine.

Piece. Patch. Mend. Peace.Celebrate.

And then again.

and remember this?

Light Things

There are little prisms.

Hanging in all the windows.

Sometimes I forget. Often. 

But they remind me...

In this way they are gentle teachers.

Darker day but then not

Dark. Rain. BIG wind.  What a contrast to yesterday. We had coffee at 4 AM.

But it is a cozy  dark.  A light rhythmic rain. A warm wind.   A dark cozy day. It is like a blanket.  

Furniture got moved today.  The sewing chair is by the window and and I will use the studio through the winter even if I have to sit under many quilts to keep warm.  So far the wood supply looks good. 

At about 8:02 AM I looked up and saw this and thought...life is a beautiful blur.

10:40 AM

I started stitching.  Still stitching.  A small journey in process.

 

Looking through Friday

I changed the curtains in the studio to thin white linen.  I like the way they seem a bit like fog.  I feel Thin lately.  My thoughts are diluted by some sort of calm that has overtaken me.  Maybe it is the cold.  The feeling of hibernation that is forming.  But I think it is something else.  My thoughts seem more transparent. I find layers of other thoughts showing though.  It is a bit confusing. Dream like at first but then just something that slows me.

There is a prism hanging there, hard to see.

And it did this:

And I hung around for the longest while, doing this:

I wonder, is it that I have slowed...enough to let my time be filled with these things? 

To enjoy them as much as anything really.

To let this make my day enough?

 

 

On the Edge of Longing

Continued from here.

I simply felt like Longing has to do with change,  a sense of it that might include a useful change on some personal level.  Less like a want and more like a need.  Even though it doesn't always turn out that way, it seems like that in the beginning.  I used a thread color close to the ground color to accentuate the pull rather than the stitch.  Because longing is rather like that.  It begins with a shift, a pull.  I am beginning to see this stitch style as a symbol for a sense of something.  Here a full spectrum of sense has been born.

Then to take that thought further,  a shift is the beginning of a new alignment.  A re- alignment, and we all know how that might redefine everything.  And so, in the beginning, longing seems a simple thing, but in the end, realignment is no small matter. And should be considered.  Maybe even reconsidered.  Undoing it is no small matter either.

This morning, on the table, from yesterday, Wednesday, when I asked myself, What If the doodle comes after the stitch? The way the light fell, well, the day did that.

 

PS. I long to be able to keep a conversation going here, but Typepad is still not letting me.  So I will turn the comments off till May.  Give it some time.  Give it a rest. No sense worrying about it.

I Wish again

I Wish. 

I will keep that name. 

A wish for a full spectrum of understanding.

This one holds a big piece of my history, a scrap of one of my first quilts.  The corners are linen with beeswax batik by Teresa .  I love how they fit here.  This one is enough.  It's a doorway for me. Into Spring then.

Now that the studio is open I have again come face to face with "the pile" of almost finished cloths.  Geez. I expect them to change with the season.  Time for spring cleaning.  My head is full of dust.

The shop is closed for a bit. Sweeping... On the other hand, some winter undoing has been going on and some new sense of order has been realized.  Cloth Whispering, specifically What If,  will be back soon enough with a new format.

Sweeping.  Today is filled with small journeys.  Not sure where you might be going, but here's a cat-foot for good luck.

The tendency to lean

There was some thought about color during What if  Diaries this year.  How color might be a story in itself.  There were nine colors.  Just sitting there feeling different from each other.  Holding their ground.  Then they began talking to each other.  This caused them to become more sympathetic to each other.  There is a tendency for one color to lean toward another. Learn from another.  Share.  Touch.  Integrate.  Become more.  This is why there might be so many  different kinds of colors.  

Of course there is also a full spectrum of tendencies.

 

December stars lining up