Spirit Cloth

New word in 2022

By breaking up the ground she stood on, her going, growing, was softened as if she re-formed in sympathy sempathy with something more liquid. Making for a more Peaceful Transition. 

Sempathy is my new word. And I think it might be a new word. Derived from sympathy and empathy, a transitional word that combines me and all of you/everything in a new way. Sempathetic Evolution then.

I used a fragmention field here, on the bottom and have added that to my Spirit Cloth Language glossary over at Feel Free.  This year I will be focusing on completing that glossary. Because I simply need to look at it as a whole.

...there was a small gathering with 

only as much wine that would fit

in a turkish tea glass.

we slept well.

Happy New Year.

love.

And yes, still fog.

shifting perspective

Also I am thinking about tree forms.

Soup

Sometimes, just living can rescue you.

Every scrap from the garden and leftover food prep has been frozen since this pandemic has emerged. I guess I was in a panic early on. I did not let anything go to waste. Fearing not being able to go to the market. The freezer is filled with bags of scraps ( ha, patchwork again...) and broth made from them. I have also been ordering fresh frozen fish from Alaska, that and eggs being the only animal protein in this house. We have relaxed the Vegan thing, now evaluated as not really healthy, and more of a fashion. Trend is a difficult battle isn't it? Time to learn. It's a privilege to live long enough to make your own decisions based on experience.  And then to simply live it without trying to convince anyone else. And so ramen style soup is on the menu once a day.

And less sugar is the new goal.

And then Soup as a concept is on my mind. Soup as in compositional concept and the One-Ness it embodies. Which ingredient (component) will bring it together?  Give it identity. 

And with that in mind, I'm cooking up a few ideas. How funny it is to be considering adding "soup" to my Spirit Cloth Language of words. A Quilt is like soup. And Soup is a story.

It's also time to cut my fingernails. What day is it anyway?

I opened the Spirit Cloth shop with the intention of offering some old work for sale. In the season of Gifting. But I feel and hear the holiday season will just stress the mail to its limits and so it might be better to wait for the change of year. 

Large Cloth as Place again

PlaceKeeping.

A term I have used for so long. For many parts of my journey, mostly in cloth making.

P is for Place. Place is a special part of Space. Very often a kind of home.  Or a destination. (as recorded in the Feel Free Glossary on April 19, 2019. Gee time has indeed passed quickly.) Then, even a reference point. Lately a place to hide.

How much this robe is like a blanket but then a robe's 3 dimensional aspect is so much more a "structure".

Here on a stick, balanced between a chair and a the half wall that separates the room with the big table and the fire room below. Before coffee.

I turned it other-side out. I made the blue side first, then coated the other-side with what I had here. It wasn't too hard because it is based on rectangles. When I first made this I was in another frame of mind. I wasn't much thinking about "through". I was trying hard to make sure that what was on one side would be independent of the other.  The invisible stitch was a big part of that. But over time, I relaxed. And began to take a different approach. A few things began to come through. I haven't worn it much other-side out. I never liked how the sleeves looked. I am going to coat them with another layer. I don't need to but I want to. Some thin plant dyed silk gifted to me by an old friend. To recolor them, which will make them warmer but not much heavier. Ultimately also useful.

I found some basting still in this from like 20 years ago. I have been using it for so long I almost forgot how unfinished it could remain and still be useful. Most definitely it will never fall apart with all the layers. In my lifetime. It's robe weather. I have a few robes. What a luxury. Probably I only need one. 

I have decided it might serve me well to create some project pages over at Feel Free to keep things together.  Typepad continues to have issues and well, maybe. I will catch some thoughts about that today. While wearing my renamed robe other-side out. While I look for that silk.

And while I am rambling, the PlaceKeeper link up top on this blog has become so outdated, a lot of the links are not working, I will be rethinking that as well. Maybe while I line those sleeves.

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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