Spirit Cloth

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.

Still at It

An old cloth called (Nine for)Freedom, found in the pile of The Unfinished.

This morning I added the blue ripple. A ripple is softer, more gentle than a wave. In a way, it holds change in balance.

Comforting Others, regardless

I thought a lot about what happened yesterday. How we don't know each other. How my scream's subject was not clear. How kindness might not need to know. 

I moved my old sewing chair nearer to the window.

I stitched a bit before sunset.

This morning, confirmation, the spot is just right. I have created a comfort zone with a small move. Still putting pieces of the puzzle together here, bit by bit. Building a sense of home is patchwork, in perspective. It's bigger than house. But it helps to start where the heart is. Then vibrate outward.

Summoning

 

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I am a firm believer in Form Follows Function. And to extend that into the spirit of the thing, if you have no use for what you are making/doing, it will not turn out to be anything much at all. Usefulness is a broad concept. Maybe you need to make a living, maybe you need a blanket, maybe you need simply to see what happens. But there has to be something. For it to be something. 

This one is forming. Through intention. Even though I remain on the edge of what it might look like. I want it to be a two sided blanket, I don't want one side to be more than the other. I want it to center me and yet express empathy. To give visual form to that. No matter what it looks like. 

The red. Such an odd addition. But I like that it fits, make the candy colors work more deeply. As I drew and expanded the original red lines, stitched and then thought the split stitch was too blah and would also take too long, I switched to my signature Wrap Stitch, (here, stitched only on the top layer) I drew some dividing lines, for the bars, and suddenly those spikes seemed like backbones.  And courage popped into my head. And then the words...to become whole again, to heal, requires courage. 

I spent a long time stitching, and not one single minute watching either convention. I feel clear headed. And that is what I need this one for. 

One Thought over Another

So then...

This Circle of Green, maybe I could also call it Life.

Just talking...

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Vibrate Outward

Just because it was folded and sitting across the page and a labored beginning.

I just put this here tonight because it happened and it's in the journal and that is what I am doing. Putting it here. It is not necessarily a plan. But I always consider anything that happens. 

Tomorrow, (finally I think I am working into my evening schedule...) I will talk a bit about the different general approaches I use to build a big cloth. Technically speaking.

(that's Deb's Dirty Thread)

So Ok. Ok.

(day 25)

Stretch.Smile.Continue.

Not what I had in mind...
But what I had. It could work.

I'm considering what I call a Hunker Down workshop. Here. Perhaps I just renamed part 3 of Patchwork in Perspective. Large cloth and anything else that gets us through this.  But of course as always, I'm not sure what I am thinking.

It's March!

day 13

Feel it. Smell it. Spring. I'm charged. 

This morning the window sill glowed.  And then, I changed my mind. I want need this window to go all the way to the floor. It's in my head now. It's a must. I'm changing furniture around again. That's a good sign.

And yesterday, while splitting old logs, we met our first Eastern Eyed Click Beetle.  At first I thought it was a snake or something... I put a link here 'if you be curious', those are false eyes.   I think I need some of those. You can never have too many eyes.

It's great to be outside more. Everything is vibrating. Outward.

I hung 3 more cloths in The Room with the Big Round Table. I basted them before hanging to get the pins out.  Just a bit of reconnect. I actually reconsidered the 3rd one based on the two above. I did some photo play. Below. ↓ One over the other.  I became engaged with the thought that it doesn't matter which came first, only that they have connected.  So the bottom piece has some transparency play now. But I will talk about each piece in detail when I am done hanging.

Now that I look closer, each wall in this house is a different shade of yellow. Depending on the time of day they all look different again. Color is so much about light.

There are tiny birds nesting in the porch roof.

As always, with a change of season, I feel reborn.

More evidence of the spirit of IT

There is less.

There is more, more space.

The angel will stay. She is the keeper of the stairway.

I've been stitching (just to keep going) to extend the vertical.  A kind of vibration. In the empty space above and below center.  Where the evidence of standing is not always evident in the looking.  More like the sense of it.

Just Move with the Spirit

Still a bit of stitching required beneath to complete the sense of standing.

Under   Standing.

C'mon People Now...

Today, a piece I've been building to help me have a longer view has expanded implications. It's no longer about me, it's about all of us. And I can't help thinking that it's going to take a long time to fill the gaps. 

A lot of patches.

 

Calling all stray selves.

Gather now.

Waste nothing.