Spirit Cloth

How everything is mixed up together

A little bigger solstice cloth.

A bigger pairing. Prayer-ing.

The green lamp. Mom's lamp.  I was going to light a candle, but this will do.

Hunker Down and Remember

I don't remember the name of these trees. But I remember them.

Don't tell me. It's OK.

Never planted one. But they always seem to be familiar. In winter I don't recognize them.  When they bloom, I remember them, though not by name. 

I began with a soft pink because I had some. I was thinking white, but it is a fleshy pink I picked up and threaded through the needle. Might seem white against a dark color but flesh colored here. Two strands of embroidery floss, a free running stitch over the pen lines which still show in the spaces in between as the thread weaves in and out , appears and disappears.  A soft circle has formed hardly seen but strongly felt. Mapping a womb field. Not perfectly.

I don't find words for old memories. I close my eyes. I catch a thought. 

Hunker Down and ReConsider Safety

I am having issues with the internet again so I cannot upload video today. I am not going to dwell on it really.

On the heels of yesterday then...pinned to Sanity. A Wom(b)man's Cloth.

Womb Woman's Apron.  I added the red fringe (continuing) and some old garden ties (holding) from my old garden back there, I think to stake the sunflowers before a big storm.  I was going to weave some ties but this seemed an act of kindness to some old cloth.  It can rest here for now.  It has inspired new direction for a robe called Wind.

What if a field of stitch will ground this thing?

Whispering, the Man had a sleepless night and is finally resting, hope you can hear me. Too cold for the porch this morning.

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The circles are drawn. 

In permanent ink.

These are new circles but really they seem like old circles unearthed.

I have more of a sense of that.

That they have always been there.

Yesterdays, Todays, Tomorrows

 

This pic is from Yesterday

Because I knew there would be no sun Today.

The internet is slow today, so I will try working bit by bit on a post  about bindings  (for the robe openings) Tomorrow. 

2006. I found this photo again, that I posted on Flickr, when I announced the creation of this blog. Me. "I will call my blog SpiritCloth." How I appeared, wrapped in woven and patched wool, now somehow imagining that I may disappear in the same manner. I do believe the Wool Robe will be some special kind of Big Cloth project. For the winter of 2020.

For now, I will wrap up the general robe lessons with some binding ideas. And continue to work on and talk about the bird robe and the wind robe now and then through summer. With the arrival of May I will get back to considering quilt/blanket ideas. Maybe one robe post and one blanket post per week. With some life and thought catching in between. It will all run together anyway. As we try to stay sane.