Spirit Cloth

Let's Soften

There was mist this morning. Mist is an old friend. Friends are teachers.

The next growing season will be here soon enough. Have you saved the seeds?

I will take advantage of these unusually warm days that have blurred season's edge and string some clothesline in between trees. Big Cloth needs room. And I need fresh air.

More evidence of the spirit of IT

There is less.

There is more, more space.

The angel will stay. She is the keeper of the stairway.

I've been stitching (just to keep going) to extend the vertical.  A kind of vibration. In the empty space above and below center.  Where the evidence of standing is not always evident in the looking.  More like the sense of it.

Just Move with the Spirit

Still a bit of stitching required beneath to complete the sense of standing.

Under   Standing.

Almost August

Hey.

I can say that July was the fastest and slowest month I ever remember.

Or maybe I have lost all sense of time. And place. 

I'm detached. I am here. But no longer home. Maybe it was just a necessary step. Making space for the new. Even if it is unknown. Making a place to hold it.

Soul-o has a cat mat.  It's a doorbell thing.  He sits there, it dings, we come and open the door. As long as there is a door and it opens, it's OK. His sense of home is simpler. I can learn from that. 

A few things.  There is a new post up in Small Cloth today. The Spirit Cloth shop is closed until I relocate but the ThreadCrumbs Shop will remain open, home for all supplies, classes and small works for now. One Place, easier.  Going forward, I will be posting on Wednesdays, once a week, for both parts of Patchwork in Perspective.  At least until things settle.  We found a place with a long drive in and a long view. More land less house. Maybe it will be that one, but still looking.

 

Focus

Hard to find it these days.

A place for time.

Drifting in and out of sureness.

But there are ways.

New post up in Small Cloth class today.

I will not be here tomorrow.

On and On

No place yet.

Just space, the endless in between.

Perhaps it is just meant to be a reminder. 

As I get older.

Spaces open up in the expected.

Long enough and frequently enough to consider them more. And more.

Maybe I just cannot hold on to the illusions as easily any more. You know, those things we build and expect to last forever. They seem these days to be walls with no doors.

Yes as I get older the gaps have become more like the real building blocks.

I like this arrangement. The Mountain, the emptiness, the way the moon highlights only part of the pattern, that I might call natural order.  And that it's temporary. Not stitched together. Why isn't the thought just as valuable as the thing? I'm thinking because mostly the thoughts are not shared. They get run over by the thing-ness.

I''m removing the password/protected content concept from Feel Free.  I should have that done by day's end.  It will be Just Open.

 

Considering What Is as the Path to Change

Change can seem abrupt.

But it's not, the edge of it stretches right into what is and out the other side.

Design Mending. It's life.

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There's a for sale sign at the edge of the property and another at the head of the private road/driveway. I see it every time I look out. Seems like everything has changed, but really it's pretty much the same. Which is to say, everything has changed.

I was going to say I'll be away, but really I'm still where I am. Wherever that is. Summer has passed for now and there is a fire burning. Not spending too much time online, hope you are all fine.

I'm going to go and stitch this down. I like it.

 

July

Too humid for anything but looking.

Or stretching my mind.

Or just talking...

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Sort of but Not Really

Am I here?

Sort of.

It feels like this.

Going in circles. But then not really. But then in perspective, always.

I ended up making frames of mind. And now using them as just that. Filling the empty spaces/holes. I stitched on this one, on and off with Solstice in mind. And Mom who died on that very day a few years back. Has it been that long already?

It's not done because it doesn't seem to be my goal here. I'm experimenting with a few methods and also just letting circles form. And playing with the idea of frame (edge) in my mind. And it's relationship to puzzle solving.

I'm here to meet with some real estate brokers and then, not, to be elsewhere again and will post to Instagram mostly in the next weeks. To reconnect as I can. Been reading on the web but not commenting much. Ok?

Expect a few crumbs in the shop.