Spirit Cloth

Persistence

Still at it.

We celebrate every Friday the 13th.

We missed July, this time we remembered.

That's Magic in the background.  The one cloth left on the wall. 

Life is thin

A small life.

Held in a man's hands. (there they are again, those hands.)

We didn't get a chance to consider what to do.

There was a wound on the neck, not initially noticed.  Probably the cat, I posted that on Instagram.  

I buried  the small feathered being wrapped in rose petals.  Someone commented. Cats are Killers. Keep cats caged. I said. Cats are Cats.

Life is thin.

Held together by a thread.

Maybe that's why I like thin cloth. It reminds me.  How things might hold together.

Some of you might know about my love affair with thin cloth.  There are many kinds, but for years I used Harem Cloth, mostly as an under-layer, but it's no longer available from the supplier. I still have some here, bits and pieces which is all I need.  But Grace has found herself with a bit more of it that she can offer up  if you need some, she is offering it by the yard, in her shop.  She will cut what you need.  You can email her ( right click on the "email me" link in the sidebar of her blog to copy her email address) if you'd like a bit to try.  Wash it first.  I cut it to the size I need and soak it in a bowl of hot water. Hang it to dry. 

 

The Man is Home

Safe.

The world is so terrifying these days.

Today, a quiet day. A quiet day is like a ceremony. The rain has gone and we can just sense the warmth arriving.

A day for catching up on sleep and story telling.

I'm eyeing the pattern of holes on the incense burner.

The cloth, Big Sanity, grows even when I am not stitching.

The season has shifted. Everything is just getting along.

A privilege to witness.

 

Let's get Real

Ok. It's sort of winter now. It got cold. There is more to do in winter. To keep fires going etc.

I'm unfamiliar with this video camera. The battery was running low.  It ran out before I was finished talking.

I watched it and thought that I didn't really say all I wanted to say. I was distracted.

But that is how it went. Isn't that what I am after? How it went?

I'm thinking a lot about story lately. How we try to share how it went, all the while being influenced by our imaginations which interfere with how it went and lean toward how it might have gone. Know what I mean? Embellishment. The man and I talk about this. How story, in some ways can be a lie. That's is a harsh word, his word. But he is a straight talker and avoids the romance of words. But I get what he is saying.

Anyway, this is how it went.

 

 

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Talking is easier than typing. Even with the wood stove popping in the background.

 

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Today I managed to place the Feel Free Index on this blog in the sidebar . I thought that would be nice. Clicking on any of the links will take you to the Feel Free open learning center directly, where you might continue to browse or return here.   Many times I refer to techniques here and I thought duplicating the index of tutorials here would be handy.  For those of you subscribed by email, you will not see this index unless you click through to the blog.  I planned to add the Whispering Hearts class with the new year, but I am cleaning it up a bit first. Lets say Valentine's Day. 

Still

 Just still life.

Still life with mom's lamp base, a good luck penny and the Man before I ever knew him. (actually I did know him, just hadn't met him yet.) And a few old things.