Spirit Cloth

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.