Spirit Cloth

Over Time

Not Suddenly really.

I need

want

less

x

I don't know why this one is so difficult to photograph, just elusive in some sort of way. Perhaps I see something that cannot be seen outside a dream. The thing that remains in between.

The X emerged, I don't think I have talked about that symbol much. I have been gathering thoughts for a while. It is a combination of conflicting thoughts having to do with the unknown, crossing over, and placekeeping.  Not to be confused with the cross (which is here too.).  But my words seem inadequate this morning and I need some time ...

Anyway, this one is complete in the context of the day. Pinned to a bit of Sanity. The Heart of Season.  And the thread that runs through it. 

This is an old drawing that is very much at the root of my thread theory. 

Very old, like 60s.

I love it more today.

I will use it to pull me through to some new form of understanding. 

 

Karma as a Loose Patch

Note to self: The Puzzle is Liquid.

The solutions are infinite.

There is no puzzle, only pieces.

Of the whole.

The question is, can you see what I see?

No zoom in here, it is easier to catch by standing back, in perspective.

Karma

And so, I hold on to sanity,

At it's core, in cloth, the 1" square. I start here each day.

And then 9. A way to frame it. Today it is a kind of natural darkness. Arranged to seem woven, almost as a square basket.

I will continue. Make a nine patch. Nine-dujour I call them. If you haven't got the mind for large cloth, try making a nine patch a day. React to the day. Before it's over. Catch it so you might share it. Or remember it. That is story. Sew them all together maybe, at one point. 

No, I do not celebrate the  illness of the president. I hope he will simply learn something and that he recovers.  Quite simply because I will not disregard the humanity of others.

I will hold my sanity. 

Agency.

Later..

yup, this is good.

 

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How Sanity might Evolve

Sometimes the goal can nag at us.

Especially, as Dad used to say, "When you get there, there is no there there".

In the beginning, Sanity was the Big Cloth, the cloth of cloths. A goal. Maybe a path to achievement. It turned into a series, and an artistic endeavor so big it began to weigh on me. I have not shared but a glimpse of it here on the blog.

But the big things become small over time, as you gain perspective. 

And as I began to add Sanity to my glossary over at Feel Free (not fully published yet) I wrote:

S is for Sanity.  I use sanity  as a symbol  for some personal  sense of rational thought which might be expanded to include a common sense.  No normal or abnormal, but simply practical,  useful.  Like a building block. The ultimate component.

A reminder to find a simple solution. By patching it together.

My Sanity Series has to do with that,  holding on to a simply useful state of mind. And therefore a place of personal peace.

Sanity as a component, just a path to a larger cloth. I'm figuring it might simply always be the missing piece to the puzzle when I'm stuck. 

So ok today I might call this

They Became like a Tree Along the Path to Sanity

Building with nothing

 

The word Poof.

For the magic of appearing and disappearing. Though, I think, basically a kind of sudden unexplained change in what and where without a lot of why. And perhaps, a bit later, wondering how.  More commonly though, linked to the disappearing part. As is nowhere, nothing. Gone.

I stitched a little patch of Poof back here. And I was gone for a while. But was I?

I worked around the patch "log cabin" style (which is like building a basket). I guess, because, for me, poof is a place. Maybe it's an in between place where I need not explain.

Anyway, a larger cloth. I had the 5" puzzle pieces prepared to be a frame of mind. And built the 3" poof to fit in the middle of a blank 9. A safe no place. 

Comfort Zone. Sanity Series #?, I lost count.

It's hard to read. It was difficult to make the word appear. Like a new language. 

January is passing.  I hope to get a new Feel Free Newsletter out by February. Many things have changed. I heard the coyotes here last night, wow.

 

Poof Again.   just to say a little more.

 

No,not back, we are actually just Going.

It's been  a long ride just getting it all prepared here, but real change is on the horizon. This will not be an easy move. Many hurdles ahead. There will be less.

There is no functioning heat where we are going and although it is not winter yet, it is winter a bit early, as you know, here on the east coast. It's ok, we will work it out but we will be going back and forth for a while trying to get everything in order... internet will need to be brought in, and then there is Soul-o, relocating him will be a trip in itself. 

There's been posting on Instagram but now there will be no real time for making, but maybe a few pics now and then.  I will still have my mobile phone, my only cyber connection for a while. But let me say, the reception up north is not what it is here.

 

 

This morning, in the spirit of Path-work,

 

Suddenly

 

Simply Balanced

 

I am not calm,

I have simply and purposely

accepted the chaos.

 

There will be a bigger space. Most likely, see you next year.

Peace

Named it.

Must be at least 10 years, hanging here in view.

Organizing a Shift

about 21" square, 1/2" squares.

I do believe this one was part of the sanity series

before I even considered sanity as a series.

I am currently packing up my work, which is always in process if I have not given it away or sold it.  I will carry all of it to the new place myself. I'll roll it into a big roll and hug it all the way there.

Hope you are all well.

not a straight line

aka Wandering Sanity.