Spirit Cloth

Sun on Hold

Here we go again.

Snow coming. Again. Wood stacking. Again.

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Soul-o's idea for prepping for a storm. Rest up.

The Mending Room

The quilt in need of mending was on the studio floor yesterday. I wanted to spread it out, sit with it.

But it's December and time to save wood for colder days. And today is a colder day.

The studio is only opened on warm sunny afternoons when a fire is not necessary.

So I have set up mending camp in the small room below the sleeping loft.

Really it just has a table, a few chairs, plants and cloth on walls. We use this as a dining table when we have company which is almost never these days. So now. This morning. It has become the permanent mending table. A table is a great tool.

The room seems bigger because the outside seems part of it. Sun Moon and Stars built right in. The man cut 6" from the legs of both the table and the chairs a while back. Because I like low stuff.  It's a bit confusing when folks come over and cannot quite figure out what is different. '

I am really loving quilts as table coverings lately. Table blankets. I like this place to begin this mending ceremony. Reminds me of a Quilting Bee*. I feel like we are all about to sit down together and fix stuff. Ready? A Mending Bee then.

*Bee - a social gathering to carry out some communal task.

 

Soul-o is under there.

 

A Long Time

It's been a long time since I bent a needle.

That's probably because it takes a long time.

Today, I realize I am a bit like this needle.

In some simple way. I sense something IN me. The part that endures. That which does not break but bends. Does not break because it bends. Remaining ever useful.

It's a been a long time since I began the cloth we call Home.

So much time has passed. One needle. I woke up thinking that maybe the witnessing of time passing is as important as the cloth itself. (The children have been watching.)  To know that it, has in itself, taken on the shape of persistence.  Which clearly , on this day, I sense, once again, is the key to new form. And how we learn. 

These final days with the cloth, I feel them as the most important.  The freeing of the feathers and stones from the main cloth. Being one with that will stay with me forever.  There is something special there.  I think they have become more immediate as dream catchers. Free.

How dreams bend our waking thoughts.  Give us a glimpse of the power of imagination. New eyes.

I look at these strings of feathers. What if I had sewn them all end to end. Would they reach around the world?  Probably not you say.  In my dreams, most definitely.   I wake up.  Yes they do.  In so many ways not yet counted.

Fringe is my symbol for continuing.

Notes to self:

Bend like a needle.

Catch your dreams.

Water the garden.

 

May

 A bit cool. But still May.

The Man reduced the size of one of my worktables.  To better fit the now Warmer back room. More space. Space has become my new and most important tool. Easily said. Just cut a third off and move the legs over. OK.

8 hours later.  Rebuilt.  Big job but Good.  Sealer still drying.

Alphabet Soup (remember that one?) Washed and drying.  And still not done. Soul-o used it as a bed over the winter.

I will be back to Small Journeys tomorrow. (For those who are subscribed and have patiently waited through my April break).

And it stopped raining

6 AM

The wood is dry and good.   Especially when sleepy and actually always,  placing a good piece of dry wood  over the right coals, in just the right place is vital for a good fire to continue without interruption.  One of the best  buys we made last year was a pair of good gloves.

Not Fireplace gloves, Welder's gloves.  Put your hand right in the fire and get it right.  The right tool for the job.  The Man's idea.   Very cheap at Home Depot.  Better than the fancy pricey alternative.

There is an art to building a good fire.  I am working at that.

10:32 AM. There has been a sewing chair takeover. And I feel better.

 

 

This one

is  for sale today. SOLD, Thank you.

$55.00. (Personal check only.) Email me.  

I call it Open aka Not Closed. 

A bit of basket self.

About 5" x 11" 

A fine book mat  but it can also hang by a thread.