Spirit Cloth

she rests

I cut away a bit between the lightning legs, to make legs more obvious... She need breasts.

She needs a rest, me too. 

Comments are off, you rest too.  

 

Honor

And here, now, a bigger picture.

It's a bit like sitting at the laundromat. The washer and dryer are in an alcove to the left. An alcove that they do not quite fit in.  We thought to move them to the basement. We don't need to, just want to. We thought, we could build the opening out a bit. Put a door, or even a curtain. But right now, gee, I'm just in grateful mode. Grateful for such a luxury, the washer, the dryer (probably tho, the clothesline will get more use).  So to honor them, I sit with them for now. Thoughts of venting the dryer heat inside makes sense. 

I have moved the table, changed its orientation, so there is a  corner to sit in with sun at my back. A sewing  chair then, for now.  The other chair, for looking out.  I think this is the winter studio really. 

Laundry is cloth right? oh ha! I do honestly love washing and ironing, maybe that's why. It's like honoring Cloth. Caring. 

This morning, with coffee, honoring two friends.  A little pairing to bring them together. A Glennis moon. Some Richard Carbin vintage blues from Japan.  I honor them. For their dedication to work and family. Their honesty. Their generosity. Their authenticity. I will cobble this together, using a scrap of my own blue to block out part of the ikat pattern on the bottom. To make it look like a landscape. Good people are like a place. To rest.

Oh and I made a little valentine. Nine for Love. 

Yes, I'm OK.

I've found quite a few notes.. am I OK?

So yes, I'm fine, I'm here. Slipping into winter. Cleaning up this page to make room for the new.

I'll be back with a toast on New Year's Eve.

Away

 

 I'm taking a break.

There are leaves to rake.

And soup to make.

 

Solution

Nap.

Hey Look. I'm up early. Some napping (learned from a master)and so grateful for an almost full night's sleep with no pain.

My son is visiting, recently returned from various adventures in far off lands and not so far off lands. Fixing the shocks on his wheels and hanging out.

So after concentrating on the concept of Human Limitation yesterday... framing that thought...

...my frame of mind has switched back to imagining a house with a roof where the sky gets in.

My ankle is healing nicely. I will be very careful about keeping it that way. For now I have two gentle servants to sweeten the path.

I think I have caught up on the Feel Free password requests. And emails. If you feel I have missed your communications in the past weeks. Try again. I'm back. Computer at my side.

I am still planning the last hurrah online class thingie. I'm fiddling in my head with a new format. If you signed up to follow me on Feel Free you will receive the Newsletter about that by the end of Summer.  The timing is set for later in the year as I will be swamped with things to do as soon as I am up and around.

A Stray Head

Just found a stray head in the scrap basket.

Good thing because my regular head is nowhere to be found.

And I love this scrap of woven cloth . The weave like like waves. It's been in the walnut pot and the indigo vat.  Muddy Waters. It's like that.

I hurt my hand and the thumb joint is swollen. Even typing or drawing hurts. I've not located a spare thumb yet so some time out then. Maybe I will sort through the "unfinished" here. Imagine.

Reminder

 

and today I really like this.

June Kicks in

Heating up.

I can't believe how well this avocado plant is doing. I'd put it outside but I can't get it through the door.

Endless Wishing is resting. Basting complete.

Despite some interruptions.

The Man is Home

Safe.

The world is so terrifying these days.

Today, a quiet day. A quiet day is like a ceremony. The rain has gone and we can just sense the warmth arriving.

A day for catching up on sleep and story telling.

I'm eyeing the pattern of holes on the incense burner.

The cloth, Big Sanity, grows even when I am not stitching.

The season has shifted. Everything is just getting along.

A privilege to witness.