Spirit Cloth

Hunker Down, Start with a Square

Yesterday, no cloth,just Dirt.

A big square of dirt.

This morning, a big square of Cloth. 

Ok, not exactly square, but who's measuring? Not me, Not this go around. Feels big enough for a beginning. Can always adjust later. I am guessing about 48" square-ish.  In these times, a looser approach seems suitable. Use what I have, stay light, make something useful. Feel useful. Feel Joy. Of course I could start with a smaller square, even a one inch square, piece the base an inch at a time, keep going, it will become bigger. No puzzle about that except keep going till it's big enough. What's big enough?  Could be dependent on your goal for end use or just the challenge of seeing how far you can go. Imagine if you just kept going until you could go no more. Set a world record.  This time, for me, I want to make a Baby Quilt. Just because. It should contain calm, joy... so I am not going to worry. Do you feel it is important that what you make contains who you are?  I do. Let it be that. I like square(ish) blankets.

The power went down overnight. It came back on at sunrise. 

Some of my old baby quilts here...before blogging.

Day 8

 

And So

on a lighter note, a little small cloth, the catnip square. You know, when you have a few 1" puzzle pieces left over... and What if?

It's important for me to be able to lighten up. Laugh. 

Not to be too full of myself.

Just Do Something

Just sitting idle, focusing how hard it is to get started is a sure fire way not to get started. Yesterday I sat around tangled up in that. I went back to nine, which , because I have come back to it so many times, has become a circle. Imagine that. I use Nine to find a way.  I begin with a square. Probably we all have something we love. Start there. Love is a seed.

This morning I sketched this. I thought I can stitch this. One square in the middle that can be lifted up like a page. Actually I could put a few layers, like a little book in the middle. Actually this could work with paper too. Actually, that might be a great class. Cloth to Paper. I can get so easily ahead of myself by Thought Catching. That used to confuse me but not anymore. It just leaves me floating in a sea of possibility, and a sea can be like a liquid basket. Evolutionary. I miss the sea honestly. But floating helps.

What we carry with us...

Packing.

Even though there's no place to go.

I love these, how they celebrate possibility. And natural order.  I could love them forever just like this. The promise of play. A never ending game of what if.

So, let's look at that thing I said, and take another perspective.  Packing, because there are a million places to go. 

No Subject

Good Morning.

I wake, not rested.

I like the change in pattern as the light hits the blinds.

Like stitching.  The magic in light and dark. Repeat. 

I've managed to put a new post up at Part 2.

More looking is on the schedule for this week.  Add car troubles to the mix. 

Today's nine from what was on hand.  A blur, but not.

Patches have become travelling companions.