Spirit Cloth

4 am

Sleep has returned some normalcy to my days.

I feel it, a sense of OKness, self, that has been absent this past year.

Rising really early is like food to me.

I love just jars. How they fill a space with glistening emptiness.

The cloth to the left of the above photo. Safe But Open. It has been that. For a while now.

Still seems that. Looking again but not renaming. Knowing the unfinished here, the clothworks that surrounds me, will sustain me as I become along with them. There is really no such thing as finished in this regard. I have almost lost interest in it. The "finished product". At each glance, it is, and I can hold that. Over and over. We are the same. We are liquid.

Everything, in Perspective, is liquid.

 

wave storming

 

Dense fog this morning. A relatively warm day.

I need to finish planting bulbs. 

Some parts of circles can make boats too. And sails I have some of those... most of what I had here was just pinned. So I can switch them around. I needed a small fleet this morning. A community at sea. What if a community doesn't depend on location? There are also those who got left behind. 

Fog over a small journey.  Fog can be dangerous at sea. And also , I imagine, very beautiful. 

I am not trying to be clear here, just dreaming. Enjoying the fog then.

The Thinning

Last Night, the setting sun set the distant mountain on fire. 

We can see further now. Many leaves have fallen. I even caught a glimpse of the roadside pond below. I used to call it a lake, but it is small, and it has no official name. So pond I guess. I should give her a name.

I taped the small cloth to the window this morning.

The cloth I now call Singing Woman. I examined the thin spots, how perfect they seem. I wonder which parts of me would let the light through? Do I need to work on that?

This kind of thing results from managing layers. Some don't like that word but for me it is about maintaining balance. Nature does it so well. I used to manage a design department. At one point 11 people. Balance ain't easy. People. Like a layered cloth, lightness was always a challenge. But a beautiful thing. Like  a thing and then not so much of a thing at the same time. Fluid. And I said to myself this morning... Natural Order includes chaos. I wrote that down to remind myself. 

So, I have been stitching. Without a lot of saying. Very slowly. Expressing the standing. Even while feeling knocked down. Or so it seems. Some days.  

Let It Be Thin

Everything Is So Fragile.

I named this that. Awhile back.

Form is temporary...

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It's all Just Floating Around.

Loose. Loose things.

Loose patches, loose faces, loose thoughts. Loose everything.

I said it, many times, it's all a patchwork, in perspective.

This activity, trying to catch it and put it, hold it together. Just to see, to share what we see.

I'm using October to put some stuff together. Put this place back together. I know I'm hopping from here to there, but still even that carves a path... gives form to the formless path of just going.

So just to say, today, that I think I may have fixed the email subscription for the blog thing.  I put it in the upper right hand corner on the blog. Please note that if you enter your email address, first make sure you typed it correctly. Then make sure you check your email for the confirmation email.  It should come to you fairly quickly. If you do not see it check your spam folder.  You must confirm your subscription. I always see many unconfirmed requests. Also, over time, emailed posts may end up in your spam folder, for whatever reason. Maybe a quirky word or two...unless you mark them not spam they will continue to go there. So if you suddenly stop receiving my mail after a while, do that check. So let's see, I think it will work.  If you are already subscribed you need not do that again.

I've also put a link to Free Enough Classes in the sidebar since Feel Free is down this month for mending. (I will add PatchWork in Perspective after Feel Free reopens since it is hosted there)

I will try to clean up my links and put PlaceKeeper back soon. If you are actively blogging and interacting here, feel free to email me with a request for listing. Blogs only, no social media or websites please. This place is for story and dialog.

 

Softer Yet

Big Beautiful Fog this morning, in waves, coming and going. Clarity, Blur-ity, Clarity, Blur-ity.

I have named her Dear. We've cleared some of the small brush and saplings on one side of the property, leaving the mature growth. There is more air flow and a longer view. Visual Paths.

Soup of the Day. In the big copper pot. Yellow Earth.

I am ready to move on from the frenzy. Let it play out. A soft optimism (joy) has resurfaced and I will not be thrown off course. Sharing what moves through me. It is still quite warm here, we are needing to finish up a few pre-winter chores. I am learning this new computer and have adjusted to the TypePad issues and I think it will all be just fine enough, here and at Feel Free. I am in no way done with all of this. Some audio and video testing soon. 2021. Here I come. If you don't need my blabber about life mixed in, you can subscribe to Feel Free only. 

Let's chill out. I will be back to Large Cloth in a more organized way with the New Year. For now, just Living and Healing from an awful year.

 

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