Spirit Cloth

Un Doing

A little blurry, but that's the truth.

Clearing seems liquid is what struck me here as read back over it.   Flow.

And then I thought, what is a page in perspective...?

Form is temporary.

Over and over

I have a box of earth beast templates. I have used them over and over. I can use them again. Because they always evolve. And that is a good reminder.

The jury is in. TypePad has actually told me that they will not be trying to fix the problems with viewing threaded comments. And some other issues.  I can assume that their heart is no longer in it. And so goes mine. I will have a lot of work to do to extract and save all my class materials and blog stuff. I will assume I need to start doing that kind of backup now. I feel uneasy about the lack of support.  For now I will struggle to be here, until I'm not. It's good that I have at least considered how it might unfold.  I started this blog in October 2006, after being online in one place or another since 2004. That's a long time. Technology's focus has changed. It's ok, I needed the kick in the butt. Hey Ho.

you might find me on Instagram for now...

Letting go

It's windy today and I've tossed them into the air.

To give them back.

They are gone, so no picture of that.

So Where is the Snow?

Snow is like an eraser. I thought that.

I could use one right now right now. I thought that too.

The man bought me a digital pencil.

I'm doodling.

or undoodling...

Grace, who doesn't like the word doodle, had me consider that.

Do I? Is it too "cute"? No, I do. I like the word doodle. It's like Just Going and Thought Catching. Without too much ado. (adoodle?)

Also, my nickname was Doody when I was very small. And then later, before Jude, in my private journals, I spelled my name Joody. Now, when I doodle, I call myself joodle hill.

Erasing is doodling. And design mending with less. Mending can be taking away. Once I cut off my sleeves to fix the holes in the elbows.

I feel a bit silly today. I erased worry for a few moments.

 

Extreme Makeover Day

 

Today, I think I'll start by looking up.

Undoing Again

No more ThreadCrumbs Game as we know it.

I sent out a group Game email this morning after so many unsuccessful attempts to get in touch. And as I suspected, got numerous notifications of in valid email addresses. There were lots of names in that basket. Maybe too many. Too big a basket. So OK. Poof. No more of that. Nice idea but not working. I'll host a lottery here on the blog once in a while.

Like now. Here's one. Ring of Joy. FREE (just to celebrate that). About 4" square-ish, hand stitched on a loose dyed patch of linen. (Indigo, the home grown kind)You could carry it with you, it's small. Or let it grow into something larger. Email me. Names in a smaller basket.  Drawing at midnight. Oops. Game over.

I'll keep the other 2.

I drew this yesterday.

The beast has spoken.

I will also be closing the Spirit Cloth Shop soon as well.

How Cloth has become Paper

One thing might become another.     And then another.

And another.

Silence might become voice.

I'm cutting away the face.

A symbolic act in many ways.

Letting her become.

Again.

The one who may not

be known.

Maybe

Today there are no plans.

 

This fellow was waiting at the door. Maybe I will get some peanuts today at the market. I need to go anyway because the cupboard is bare.

 

 

The copper pot with the walnuts and pom has been heated for weeks. The outer covering is falling away from the nuts. Maybe I will remove the rest of the nuts from their houses, they are so soft now, to make more room for liquid and throw them outside for the squirrels and raccoons. The rest will cook down to mush. Eventually.  Maybe I will do some test dyeing.

 

I am imagining stitching in that red square. Maybe I'll do that.

No plans is like a wide open space. Funny how somehow we come to be uncomfortable with that. I'm practicing not being uncomfortable with that. Eventually it will be just fine.

 

Eventually

Eventually, last night, the big deep breath came.

 

There was room enough for that. And I jotted down, for my own reference...

.........

replace (undo) instant

with eventual.

the old fashioned version

of how it might go.

.........

Hold Pattern(aka Eventually)

has taken form in my mind's eye.

 

Always only just begun.