Spirit Cloth

Hunker Down in a Field

 

The freeze is gone, I'd say.

May's Womb. Still a chill at night, but I trust we have crossed the line, here in The Valley. The unexpected snow has cleared the air.

The rain has quenched a thirst. 

Stitching without saying much, Needle Chanting, has quenched another.

I have weathered the storm.

The beginnings were simple here. Already present from way back. Looked at for a long time. Years.

A ragged nine cobbled from dyed cloth made during Whispering Color. And then creating the circle field to stitch within , like I do. A field of stitch can hold a lot of stray bits together. Create One-ness.  When I use thread beads I call it the Snow Globe effect.  Here, a stacked running stitch. Kantha. Maybe the Grow or Flow Globe effect. Imagine this bigger. Oh my. I have done it slightly larger but what about huge?  When I began a few days ago, I said it will take forever. It didn't. I stitched through snow, sun, rain, hail and a lot of wind. And now there are flowers. Imagine stitching through all four seasons. Oh. Ideas. Four Globes, one for each season. Four quilts maybe? Ha! I'm back!

This one though, will remain smaller. And only seem bigger. It was a big help to me in the last days.

Being imperfect, a little egg shaped, I suddenly thought womb. And those tie like corners that make it seem so apron like. I think then it is part of the woman series. Womb Woman.  Womb Woman's Apron. Need to work on the ties a bit. I can hang it from those. It turned into a little holiday cloth then. A Mother's Cloth. 

There is a lot of Deb's thread 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. 

 

 

a softening

 

Good Morning.

I softened the photos today. Because I can. Because I need softened.

I wonder if the yellow walls make the light inside look so warm?

Or is it just the nature of the light inside itself?

On the edge of Holding Pattern, a soft star.  I looked at the wishing star differently just now. I saw the box. And the arms of the wish as point of departure. Change. And then the wish itself as a soft promise for change. A simple reaching out.

It is raining softly now and he is just watching. 

Things have become a bit crazy here in New York. Not so far from here. We are well supplied and just hanging here mostly because we can.  Imagining what it might become.

mind games

 

Rain again, fog, grey February, but no real snow. So warm, but cold returns tomorrow morn, in some big way.

Kitchen window. Grandma's glass door knob. Always love how it twists things. 

Here it's own little world, pushing all else out of focus.

 

 

Two wet racoons just slowly walked by across my field of vision. I did not think to pick up the camera. I noticed that.

I picked this one today. To think about. Again. To show you, Again.

Weathering A Storm. Now aka just Thinking. 

I thought to work on the grid section in the center. Because that is where the Magic seems to be. The potential to build and connect through experience. To catch new form, and try to explain it.  Years. Years of saying. Engaging. I thought hard about that yesterday.  I am naturally such private person. Suddenly, I am feeling more disengaged. Maybe I am coming closer and closer to having said enough.  

Anyway, did that. Some work on it...

 It has caught my thoughts.