Spirit Cloth

Just Growing

That's what the going is for.

 

The shift has taken hold, this is probably the last summer like day here. Typepad is tired, as grace said to me, and so am I. Sometimes you just have to move on. I will consider how to do that, but today I am just talking. 

 

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(note, comments are off because I cannot see them, and I cannot comment back, and that is true with any other Typepad blogs I visit. I will continue to post pics at Instagram for now.) Found a temporary solution. Actually that's life.

The Circle comes through on it's own

It's summer and it is unbearably humid and hot at the moment.

Yesterday, Nest of Days, circle side toward me. Toward the rising sun.

This morning, the other side.  I had commented that I might want to bring the circle through somehow. 

Poof.

Today I am thinking about Oneness and both sides of the cloth as a Pairing. I am inspired to work the circle into the other-side so it is apparent without the lighting.  I also love how the porch seems to become a tent with cloth hanging.  If you ask me about process, I would have to say that although I am slow in getting to it, and some of you have fallen away with impatience, this is a big part of the process, how I get to where I am going. Lesson for today. Slow down. Let it unfold or just hang in the air...like summer dampness.

We are going out this morning. He's waiting.

So signing off for a few days.  Trying to set up studio in the basement, do some bathroom repairs, get my car inspected, split some wood...address some chimney issues... a big list has formed.  Need to get through it.

Not Part of a Plan

Just happens.

He ran between my legs when I opened the door from the porch to check on the raised bed seedlings. He leaped through the railing and ran beneath the porch and rolled in the dry dirt. I tried to catch him. He ran up the hill to the stone wall, disappeared and then reappeared from the forest. He ran around front just as the FedEx guy pulled up to deliver a much needed part to fix the shower.  He got frightened and disappeared.  I was in despair. I called and called.  I walked back up the stairs to the porch thinking oh gosh, what will happen if he doesn't find his way back?  If the fox comes? What if...? I opened the door to go in and he ran right between my legs, back to safety. This morning he has made it clear he wants to do it again.

The Man broke the axe trying to split some black locust wood. Gosh it is dense. We are getting old. I think we will need to invest in a splitter.  To be prepared for winter. Or maybe, in these strange days, just pay someone. Everyone is looking for work here. 

ClothWork just happens also.

You remember these from the other day? The explaining puzzles. The loose puzzles. That changed my path.

The green one, well you saw that one hanging on the porch yesterday. The other, just stitched to the center of the window puzzle, applique style, patchwork as applique. 

Back trimmed away to keep it thin...

Yes that is a bit of Deb's cloth, wouldn't want to waste it anyway.

I also added a couple of rows of magic squares to the sides. So now it is square. 

What a difference a day makes. 

What I love here is how it has more depth, the center seems to be far away. I can look through and deep into. 

I can leave this here now and stare through and into it for a while. Maybe name it.

It got chilly. 43 this morning. Mid June? Maybe time to do some robe work.

 

lightness

 

ok.

regeneration.

it's this kind of day