Spirit Cloth

wave storming

 

Dense fog this morning. A relatively warm day.

I need to finish planting bulbs. 

Some parts of circles can make boats too. And sails I have some of those... most of what I had here was just pinned. So I can switch them around. I needed a small fleet this morning. A community at sea. What if a community doesn't depend on location? There are also those who got left behind. 

Fog over a small journey.  Fog can be dangerous at sea. And also , I imagine, very beautiful. 

I am not trying to be clear here, just dreaming. Enjoying the fog then.

Caught in the circus of life

There was a storm. Hail, wind, rain.

It came fast. Soul-o hid under the bed. I felt a bit like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, securing the cover on the wood and fighting my way to the door.

Just clowning around to keep it light.

The Circus of Days

I considered adding another roof, a peaked top to the whole thing. Like a tent. But I think the stars are enough. Still maybe it needs a little wind. I like how it now seems like some sort of balancing act. Wind will just add a bit more challenge.

It stopped raining water but the wind is Big. Raining leaves. I need to go plant some garlic. Pick up some windfall for kindling. Make some soup from scraps of food. The freezer is too full. Stuff for dyepo(e)ts. Time to get to it. A more pleasant to do list.

The bobcat jumped over the stone wall while I was having coffee.  He/she is wounded, front paw, still quick and gone. To witness these sightings brings me such joy.

a little while later...ok, wind comes easy but never as planned:

How Nine Might Become Less

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The Shirt I call Nine

So this audio format seems the most reliable. More work  but not too much in the scheme of things.  It did delay my post a bit later though. I can adjust. Someone asked about podcasting. I could check that out but it probably costs something.

 

 

It's raining again. 

 

 

 

 

 

Later: like this morning, Friday, Ha, Grace!

the sky fell

...but there is still some left.

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After a Storm

Sky Light. I almost got used to Just this kind of light.

A tornado nearby, heard it but we only lost 3 trees in the forest. Poles and wires snapped all around us. 

The power is back now, but not me really.

There was a lot of rain. The deer are circling but not eating. The garden is regenerating.

There wasn't much to do except stitch. Glad I don't need a sewing machine. No power means no water when you have a well. I will spare you the toilet details.  We will need a back-up generator here. 

Lots of mail in my inbox, sorry I could not answer, so thank you in advance, I will probably leave it at that. Typing on my phone, well, nope. Not today.

So there was quilting, no plan, just quilting. I keep pinning things over the center of this one. It works well for small cloth viewing. My computer was damaged in the power surge when it came back on, meant to unplug it. I am posting with my phone which is not fun at all. I started this morning.  Typepad's mobile app is not fun, nope. But I will NOT buy another computer. Done with that. Done with so many things. I should make a list. A list is like long cloth, a story and a path to another. 

Posting on Instagram this week, easier than this for now.

Some roof repair to attend to.  

I am not in a great mood today, but anyway, Hey.

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.