Spirit Cloth

the mother ring

Today's ring is an Egg.  And the birth of a new something.

Today mom made me pie. And did puzzles, her afternoon exercise.

I showed her this idea.

And stitched this.

Thinking 'Mothering'.

 I drove home in a flurry of snow.

reconstructing fullness

So before dawn, by lamplight, I sat and stitched, remembering the light of the full moon, and waiting for sunrise. It was so dark. It rained so hard, I had to imagine the sound of the needle as well.  But I left a trail, evidence that it all really happened for me, just like that.

Once I had recaptured the shape of the full moon's light, I had fun bending it. I like that about cloth. Its flexibility.  Now that I told you, you know that much more about me and what I like about cloth.

I have set about trying to be less confusing about things.

(If it interests you, this piece is continued from here.)

4:42 PM:

So today it seems I am just feeling sure about some things. Life seems simpler and my direction stronger. Tomorrow we will be celebrating being sure, an anniversary.  We will pull the plug  for a couple of days...making time and space for some  walking and conversation  and dreaming and planning the future.  We decided we will only eat fruit. I will be back Sunday.

I constructed the piece above quickly today,  with the idea that it might represent a ring of vision, and a transition, a way of looking though my current work toward some change that I really have no words for right now. 

On second thought... maybe not Sunday....we'll see.

Later.

 

moonmilk

 9 26 AM:  An image that formed through a conversation with Vicky  (over at Diaries) Thank you. Today's ring  represents the nourishment in exchange.

Later, a quick doodle.

And only a moment later changing.

a sympathetic spin

Today's ring has a soft spin to it.  And it is carrying me in a new direction. Being carried is a grand feeling. I used to carry my son around, especially while dancing. He still remembers it.  Too bad he is so big now.  But he surely has inherited the  spin.

(child wrapped in a spin)

The gift of spin is a very kind thing.

A spin is a ring

that might hold you from falling too far from your center. 

Hold you in a place with no dark corners

where scary things often hide.

 

(This photo is a digitally altered version of an original by Wendy Golden- Levitt, cloth dyed by India Flint. Click the photo to learn more about Wendy's textile therapy. )

light and dark and dirty

9 AM

Today's ring is filled with dirty laundry.

Perhaps it will be tomorrow's ring as well. Because it is 60 degrees. It's a walking day.

6:13 PM

What a day really.  Hard to believe it is January. What is that anyway?

January.  I guess, when we named it,  we decided it was going to be the same forever.

We are so arrogant.

Time to do the breakfast dishes.

Maybe tomorrow. 

at the heart of looking

I am playing with this broken spin as the heart of a ring. The heart of a ring might imply a confusion in direction. And therefore, in a way,  exclude judgement in visualizing its boundaries. Or its center.

And I like the freedom in that.

So.Those days, when you feel inside out.

They could be very useful.

A gift even.

and i really like this.

and this.

Inside out and blue, with the right kind of outlook,  that's where I need to be.

the safety of a ring

 

 

 Y first thought today was about the ring as a container.  A keeper. A ring as something very useful.  The common ring.  The ring as something quite logical.  Maybe oftentimes uncelebrated.  There are a lot of rings hanging in the studio, this being the year of the ring. So my thoughts move to  the ring as something quite intangible, the ring of dreams that surrounds us, but holds us in judgement perhaps, yes,  even while offering us a never ending change in vision.

What we see, might be how we choose to limit our acceptance of what is by labeling it in some visual manner OR the need to use the boundary as shelter of some kind. . Shape might be a confusion in perception caused by moving in only one direction to find the edge that defines something. Maybe.

Today I will make a lot of running stitches and move into Magic Diary mode, leaving this place untended for a while. A few more feathers have floated in and I will post them on Friday. 

 

the shape of reach

10 AM

the edge of reach forms a kind of ring.

2:06 PM

reaching, stretching to touch something far away,  is a way to travel , a way to create a path or a way to leave a trail. a ring might be the mark left by mapping a small journey. 

8:55 PM

7: 20 AM

we've a real winter sunrise this AM.  and even a bit of ice.

 but a warm fire and a big stack of wood as well.  we are lucky.  a note to self, not to forget that.

snow cloth. hoping for snow. but not too much.

some can weather a storm.

probably depends how strong your heart is.

8:03 AM

even then, there is a fine line that holds us. i suppose today i am thinking about warm and cold, and rings again, but after a little thinking i am realizing that the warm and cold is not just about temperature.

and home. that is such a big subject for consideration.

7:44 PM

it took me hours to create the  softness that i wanted in this face . i wanted something caring and worn. something safe. a sense of age and perhaps weariness but not without satisfaction.  something simple and familiar.

i like the honesty that the tattered cloth adds.

i think i'm done.

i feel myself winding down,  considering a break from here until after the holiday. i will stitch a few gifts, and spend time transitioning into Magic Diaries part 2. I will be around, but with less to say. I've said so much already.

 i wonder if i will still be blogging when my hair has turned white.

santa cloth continued here.

8 AM :

bending rings.

3:13 PM

 

later...