Spirit Cloth

because I was out walking

dec 15

Warmer Days

Some warmer days are coming.

I'm going in.

Without my phone.

Roots and Waves and Upheaval

New Roots.

At sunrise. Roots always seem ancient to me. But they are also a symbol of continuing. And newness then, a way to hold in the going. I was glad to see these this morning. The year has been so destabilizing. And these new roots make me feel like I am more at home.

I just kept stitching. This morning I sense a sea of stitch has formed. I am resting, floating in it.

Honestly I feel more puzzled than ever. Stitch is simple and I can understand it.

Out walking. Still learning the land.

This might be a favorite place. Old Earth is such a Timekeeper. A Story Teller. A story cloth I may well rest beneath one day... I made a new category, Old Earth. The Earth seems older here.

All around us

Yesterday's wind was wild. Power is out all around us. And we have been spared. Just a few flickers. 

Late in the day, the rain (so much rain) stopped, and the wind subsided except for an occasional gust. The constant roar of the storm suddenly went silent. Suddenly Sun.

We decided to walk the property, for the first time actually. All the way to the borders that were marked by the survey we had done before we moved a few months ago.

The house is on high ground and most of the 5 acres is on one side of the house. From up there it seems more of a rough thicket. But we realized that it is quite open and flatter than expected, once you get down the hill.

Many trees are young and leaves on the ground are thinning to reveal a mossy floor. We can make a clearing. It breathes. Lush. Bordered by stone walls.  

And there it is, The Water! Popping up here and there and separating us from our neighbors who we have never seen. I think they are summer only folks.

Tomorrow is Wednesday. Perhaps What If (?) Wednesday. We can consider Wednesdays THAT.  I am ready to talk about Large Cloth. We are so lucky to be able to Hunker Down...and around. With this Earth like a blanket. 

 

 

How a day moved through

Wood stacked. There was even sweeping!

And I managed to expand the silk lining. Now I can begin "walking" around the center.

The stitch in the center is settling in. As it does. Eventually the ripple ripens. As the layers touch and get to know each other, the bond deepens.

Although the center panel is now 3 layers deep, the choice of cloth has not taken away the lightness.

The weather has warmed so needle walking will be replaced with real walking today. To the sea. To the sea.

Early Quiet

Cold.

Waiting for a wood dump which will take up most of the day. Stacking.

Thinking mostly about how what I stitch (make)(do) catches thought without having to say so. Thinking how what we do simply reflects how things move through us. Considering how much intellectual drama is attached to that by some folks (including self) and how really it is simply the way it is.  How can that not be true? Maybe some folk just have not considered the value of it in the same way. In real life it is all just mending. Patchwork. Keeping it together.

A small round table has always been a favorite tool of mine. A small round table near a window is even better. And if someone made it for you, even better.

Mostly a basting table. I like a circle that I can reach across. How I can twirl the piece around to get at it and stay on the edge. Just enough flat surface. Not too big for a small room. I'm still adding a silk lining. Piece by piece because I have small pieces. It's a bit slow. It's like walking. One stitch at a time. Not a running stitch. A walking stitch. I call it that. Because. Because that's how it seems to me. I tell you that so you might know me better.

Some days people annoy me. Some days I annoy myself. Sometimes when it's very quiet I hear myself saying "cut the shit and just try to explain".

We'll be stacking wood today. Stacking is like stitching. Walking.

Holding Pattern within the Context of Time

Considering that.

Considering Time as a Pattern.

While considering Context as a point of view.

All the while  considering Patchwork, of course. Considering Patchwork as Lifework.

The cloth came off the wall this morning.  I'm ready to continue.  But today will be a walking day.  More walking in winter is vital.  Too much sitting is too easy.

And the sun is out today.

It's been very grey.

Hooray!

The Day was like a Page

...thoughts accumulate so quickly.

I need bigger days pages.

I was going to make a video or an audio so I might talk about a few things but there wasn't time. Still there always seems time for a page. And there's always tomorrow, at least so far.

 

Centerport Beach grass. When it's almost March.