Spirit Cloth

What is a life?

I so relate to a basket of scraps.

There is a mirror across from the bed, on the closet door. This is a pic of the reflection. I was trying to get a pic of soul-o, but the pic was snapped before I was ready. So here we are. Me almost 71 and he is getting older too. Sleeping in again. 

We are about to remove that mirror. And the closet wall it hangs on.  Maybe ourselves. With a hammer. It'll be a mess. But we don't care. This house is just too "house", if you can get that.  Who needs closets?  Not me. I prefer baskets. Or just less stuff. We need light moving through.  The walls without heating vents, we think they need to go. At least that is the thought caught today.

Meanwhile, looks like a bigger snow coming at the end of the week... so off to the market we go. I made a note to self, to grow and freeze or preserve more veggies next season. Get organized in that regard. 

I needed some sun. I will talk about this one eventually. Maybe I said that already when I started it

10 years

or so

ago.

regeneration

Cut, wait and see.

Yesterday rain all day. I sat and stitched for hours. My back hurts, I am achy and tired. This is the new turn of events, how funny, now these days, moving makes me feel so much better. Maybe I should build something else instead of cloths. Everything is patchwork, in perspective.

Winter's Sun

Yesterday. There she was.

The pond with no name. Miss Pond I have been calling her. I don't know her well enough yet. We can only see her when the leaves have fallen and the light reflects in the morning.

What is it about Winter's light?

There was a lot of considering.

Yesterday's self developed In Sympathy with a Winter's Sun. Thinking, the triangle at the bottom...a mountain...might be a new symbol. The mountain...as a challenge. She rises above it like a winter's sun rises above a cold hard truth. And these, the thoughts today, of vibrating outward, being a source of warmth, which in itself might encourage growth, growth itself being a form of the same, reaching out, and then, how enlightenment grows from darkness, and how you can never have too many eyes. Suddenly the mountain here became a kind of negative space, like poof, it's not a mountain at all and there are new eyes and suddenly she can see she has simply grown sky legs. Did the Winter Sun just whisper, yes, be lighter?

She is not done.

There were family gatherings but we were not part of them. I had thought of Pizza but there was light fasting and gratefulness and a bit of winter garden prep, a roaring fire and good sleep. 

Today it is raining, soon to turn bitterly cold with a chance of snow. I hope so. Winter Sun on snow brings great light-ness.

When the Sun is Hiding...

The sun came up, almost,

but now it is raining, leaves and water,

figures I just washed the car after 2 years.

A sun roof then. 

I keep finding feathers.

I imagine building a loom out on the porch. After the roof gets fixed, part of which will be skylight. To let the sun in. Cheaper than wood these days, believe it or not.  And I went all out and ordered a drawing table.  I didn't need one, I wanted one. Going to hell with myself. (An evil laugh)

I am not an artist, no, I am just going. To see. I need not more.

I wrote this on a scrap of paper yesterday, and then I think the man threw it in the fire by accident. Because it's gone. A hearty laugh...

The Boy will visit today. That will be like the sun is out.

18 degrees. Feels like 3.  Never sure what they mean by that. If it feels like 3, it's 3.

A Guide, in perspective

Yesterday. continued from here

I did finally get the full video to post on Instagram. It will probably be that way now. Words and audio and more photos here, video there. Things are what they are and we go. Now that I know better how, it will simply be easier to continue and I thank you for understanding. The process, a patchwork in itself.

The seed ended up in the corner. The cloth is a bit white and I considered a tea stain but then I began to love the purity of it. So thin, the earth showed through and that was good too.

In words, if you did not see or were unable to see the video... I use a red pen to draw the rays, ink being see though, the lines appear brownish but I will redden them up with stitch. Just a running stitch in red to bring the lines to the other side. For now guides. And of course quilting at the same time. Strength. Stability. This is an old pueblo symbol and I have used it many times as a sun, but it is as I learned though my research, a sacred symbol and I will only use it as a guide now, to something else.  A teacher.

For a two sided cloth, some stitched go through and some don't. Moving between the layers appearing and disappearing is the magic connection.

Simply Keep at It

Sun's out but it's a bit cooler today.

What a relief.

A little quilting, just simple, around the edge quilting.  Seems to add a simple logic of building to the new day side.

And then around the sun. Hardly visible from the other side if you don't look closely. But it is there, the new day has come through. There are many choices for thread and stitch. Stitching does not have to scream, it can simply whisper. There is satisfaction in the way this is going. It takes me back to a simpler time when no one was watching. It is nice to know I am still that person.  That I have held fast to what I love. I like the place it takes me to. No, wait, I AM that place.

There is a huge hibiscus tree at the edge of the wood that I had not noticed until it bloomed. This morning it was all-a-buzz. You hopefully know that sound. I saw this pollen drenched bee and thought... keep at it, find a way, do the hard work, gather, take what you need and spread the goodness.

Let's hear it. With me?  bzzzzzzzzz

Mind Games part 2

 

I think maybe this post should've could've been over at Thought Catching (Patchwork in Perspective, part 1)  But I think it just needed to be here, for now, before I begin again over there. 

Today, and for the last few days actually, my thoughts have been about thinking. About changing my mind actually. I am going to talk, just  test, for talking here, in this new place. Practice. Let's give it a try...

alternative audio link if you see no player above.

Anyway, I left the moon underneath this time. And the sun has become a new kind of symbol here, another day. The moon is always there anyway even if you can't see it. And Dad, loved the sun on his shoulders and he loved just being alive.  And I have decided that changing your mind is, in a way evolutionary. And in no way shameful or weak or embarrasing. It's just another day. Like tomorrow. For this thinking being, the moment is more than now. And that is just + going/gone. A thread. 

 

Seems Soul-o likes a sunny spot too. And he seriously decided this is his chair. For now.

I'm just thinking today anyway. 

How it Seems

Maybe it's the reality of uprooting...

that has me reconsidering change as simply shift...

The thread that runs though it is a place-keeping device.

Solstice, Cloth,  past and present, now future...like season, still has a sense of home in it. 

I took the cloth of solstice past off the wall, realizing that by itself I could call it finished, but together with this new one, which is an old sun moon stars base, well together with this one it is just a step toward tomorrow. I love the similarities,consistencies and the differences.  How the today cloth has a less structured grid. And how the circle holds it together.

How they could be connected physically, how they are connected even if not.

And then how both of them are loose patches, components of a lifetime of considering shift. Season. 

On the lighter side, it's been raining for days. Maybe I'm  just wishing for more than one sun. 

Am I confused?  You bet.

Heat and Humidity Rising

Imagine. The air is like soup.

But it's in your lungs.

I love taking pictures like this lately.  I have a little lamp behind me in the cool of early morning before sunrise. It's the shadow of the phone camera.  It happened by accident a few time and then it became a component.  I look at this and think this might be an idea (?) for dyeing or piecing.  This light and dark effect.

For now we'll lay low and keep cool.