Spirit Cloth

wave storming

 

Dense fog this morning. A relatively warm day.

I need to finish planting bulbs. 

Some parts of circles can make boats too. And sails I have some of those... most of what I had here was just pinned. So I can switch them around. I needed a small fleet this morning. A community at sea. What if a community doesn't depend on location? There are also those who got left behind. 

Fog over a small journey.  Fog can be dangerous at sea. And also , I imagine, very beautiful. 

I am not trying to be clear here, just dreaming. Enjoying the fog then.

Bigger Wishing

Another day, that's a start.

A soft wishing star on the Holding Pattern Cloth. Knowing that we ALL wish for something. Wondering then, how All our wishes can come true. Certainly there isn't much evidence of that working out. I wonder how that works? Renaming this the Hoping Star then. 

Stuff to deal with here, but trying not to make today about me.  I have replaced my computer. Yet, these troublesome times have me reconsidering people, places and things. I will take it easy for the next months. Finish this cloth by year's end. I am going to test some project pages over at my free teaching site. I will use this one as a test. 

This star was made from what I call Marshmallow dyeing. Soft edge dipping. I will be adding that to the Methods Index soon.

I was recently a target of unsolicited rudeness and baseless attack. Not the first time. It's the world we live in. Yesterday I slid right into it myself, wanting to retaliate. I made a rude comment back and then deleted it and closed comments realizing this person indeed began to attack you! After deep thought...I, WE, cannot let this happen. It's hard. Please help me. If you ever see any rude comments here, directed to you or me, Please just ignore them. We simply have to be a community that is better than that. 

Thank you.

Wine is on the menu this evening.

 

Travelling Well

In the Spirit of Going/Knowing, I stitched on this yesterday, all day.

While patiently waiting for someone else, anyone, to tell me what I already knew.  And this morning, by lamplight, reflecting on how often that actually happens. The sense of things before the words come. I am going to relax into wordlessness for a bit.  To renew my sense of things. This is something.

 

Big Thread

I dyed some string. Big Thread.

I lost myself in the deep pool of thought again.

Now free, this one has become it's own deep pool of thought.

I tied it to a tree. 

Been a bit distracted, trying to find Michelle. She's been missing from my internet world since the 21st, which seems odd. Especially Facebook where I am used to seeing multiple posts per day. Maybe her computer died. But she has not called me and has not answered my emails or responded to phone calls. So I guess I am worried. Because I we love her.

Good Morning!

Just a little Long Cloth.

Unrolling some of the small things from small cloth, cobbled together before and during the move.

This, Just a Simple Place. (in the Threadcrumbs Shop this morning)

Settling in for a cold weekend. A couple of days for Considering and Reconsidering all at once. And a big Moon.

The Big Moon has solidified my desire to return to Larger Cloth. I've one more segment of Patchwork in Perspective (my final sharing series) to complete. Building a Bigger Cloth. But I am not sure. How can I manage this last teaching adventure. What form it should take? Big Cloth is no small thing. I'm not sure it fits to a class.

I will unroll everything here with New Eyes. Get a sense of this new self in a new place with new eyes and an old skin.

And I will mend this travelling companion. The beast, after all this time, is still intact. I will look more carefully at that worn spot, try to understand its weakness.

And I keep looking at these trees. This morning, they seemed patched with sunlight. 

Have a good weekend.