Spirit Cloth

when it's cold

0 at dawn.

 

Photo play of course, but a little lost puzzle piece at the bottom of a basket brought back so many warm memories. A little bit of heart can go a long way. And I played with the photo just to try to express how it all made me feel.

That's what I do really, try to see if I can find a way to do that. A stray snow self I will call WHEN IT'S COLD. These seemingly silly little cloths. They can sometimes go even deeper than a more sophisticated form of expression. I think because, like a children's drawing they can move past agenda and catch you off guard, even in the making. And then the making brings new feelings. 

I will be starting a new and final segment of Patchwork in Perspective in February, in case you have not subscribed to or read the Feel Free Newsletter. Details of new teachings and shop updates will be over there now. Just going, here.

2 degrees. Still, the birds are singing.

The email feed service I tried to set up turned out to be a piece of crap. Not worth the ridiculous fees they were asking. I left the old one in place for now. As silly as it is.

Have a good weekend. I will sit with the Magic Cloth.

Direction

I let her standing become a path.

With the help of an old sharpie which never seems to dry up. A vertical field that frames her. She might become one with the way. And even a mapmaker.

And then I embarked on a long journey.

Some full coverage embroidery. The slower stitch. Split back stitch, which I really call the tapestry stitch now. Here I am using the background weave of the cloth as a sketch, and I am stitching over it. Skitching (stitching over a sketch). Where as the figure has been skatched, patched over my own sketch. 

My idea here, well, what if I frame a section of the chaos and transform it into some sort of secret garden way, a place touched by her spirit. Of going. Perhaps she is just listening to what it all has to tell her. The story, of how it might go.

This will take a long time so I can just know that and patiently enjoy the transformation. And I will use up a lot of the tangle in my thread nest. That feels good too. We can check in on her from time to time.

She is a lion.

And I suppose I feel comforted and ready to walk the walk.

I broke a tooth off over the holiday, and now I have to go, yes, in these awful times, to the dentist. Hey ho.

Lifting the Spirit

Fog. Help! Days and days without sun are difficult.

I can imagine the sun's return.

Imaginings are vital to survival.

This stray, from way back before and around when I moved here.

It was grey and foggy and strange and I was confused.

I'm going to work on this one while I figure out how. I have called this one Change is in the Air and Season will Change You. But I think, Sempathy for the Season, well I don't know. Not knowing enables imaginings.

I am not sure about those ears, although they do say Listen Up. 

 

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.

December 11 and it has begun

The dreaming. The kind you do with your eyes open. 

The long stare.

Sometimes there cannot be talking. I am ready to hold my words. Wait. Like Magnolia.

This mapping, the other side, perhaps is a way to explain some new thoughts. But not yet.

What interests me today is the stitches you don't see, cannot see, don't need to see. And how that is part of form and even identity. 

The truth in not being sure.

That part of form.

That's it.

I think this is my last post of the year. With words.  Maybe photos then, no comments. Let's take a break from trying to explain. See what form that takes.

Talk to you on the other side...