Maybe only a moment. Maybe more. But thoughts on light and dark. An early trip to mom today. Brother Jeff is coming for the weekend. She wants to make a pie. I 'll keep gathering my thoughts. They are multiplying.
We really need the rain.
I sent out a welcome for C2C3. If you didn't get it, check your paypal email.
got to head off to mom's today....leaving the beast to guard the new long cloth. i think she senses the history in this one.
she is a story cat.
this cloth is made up of old cloth, rescued cloth. one key element is a piece of fabric that was found inside the wall of a little house, the backing for some old wallpaper. if you have been reading here for any length of time you might remember it as part of the story in the listen to the river quilt. for brother jeff (aka walter) . he sent it to me while i was making his quilt. . i could have framed it. the fabric is old, and worn and filled with holes, yet, after being rescued and rewoven with other old cloth, it seemed to hold up fine, adding support to a community of old scrap. holding something together once again. useful. purpose redefined. i sense that this cloth, if it could speak, might say, " thank you."
... i came downstairs from the chilly sleeping loft this morning. i was wrapped in coma (the quilt that is). a fire was the first thing on the agenda. it was still blazing as the sun rose. the two different sources of light were interesting to watch in relationship to one another.
...i stitched a bit on decay, adding more scraps to cover one pottery section. a new surface to make it look old. odd activity.
then i picked apart the seam of a worn garment. and look what i uncovered. time's shibori once again.
some studio remodel has been scheduled sooner (yay!) than later and brother nemo is home from thailand with treasures from elsewhwere and brother jeff (walter) will come to visit, so my workshop wednesday will have to wait a bit longer. i am disappointed but i am sure delighted too.
...this moon will be powerful. the tide here is unusual. we (me, the man and the visiting brother jeff ) went to the sea today. the sea had a story. clear and unusually layered.
...there was red ( shibori like) seaweed.
...and now a red moon is rising.
...a red moon.
....on this crisp, cold, sunny day i am remembering one of my favorite stories. The Treasure by Uri Shulevitz. i pulled it from the shelf this morning and just enjoyed the wonderful illustrations because i already know the words by heart.
By Heart....seems to be where i am as i contemplate the beginnings of a new spirit cloth to fill this year. i chose COMA as a theme. what i was originally thinking was i wanted to start a different kind of journey this time. i wanted to go to a new unexplored place.
Now i am thinking that my idea was a bit mis-placed. how do we forget the things we once knew? or lose our way back home? perhaps we keep building instead of breaking down. getting instead of getting back? so a coma could be a state of mind then that could set me on a journey not to a new place but to a place i once belonged. it could shut out all the noise and useless struggle and clear a path to the heart of things. sometimes coma is induced to eliminate the drain of wasted energy in order to focus on the core source and promote healing. i like that concept.
a recent post over at ragged cloth cafe got me thinking about the source of creativity and the core of craft...how we have lost sight of certain things. in these tough times it is obvious that we are all concerned with losing all the wonderful things we have collected or accomplished. and today it just seems clear to me that if you get to the heart of a thing and work with it and live there....you need not be so concerned with the chaos on the edge.
so here's to slower times and slower cloth and where we once belonged. and happy birthday to my brother jeff (aka walter).
there seems to be some kind of playing card thing going on here. i finally found a way to fit these images together.....amazed at how they met in some free form symmetry ...a little exercise in reflecting. this year i am committing myself to undoing something.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
