Spirit Cloth

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. 

October.

October grass. Still.

We are expecting a Nor'easter tonight.

There will be a lot of wind, rain.   

I am already feeling worn and ragged. But I love  a good storm. It sets me straight. I've been adding new content to the Puzzle Block post at Small Cloth.  And I did post in Thought Catching yesterday. I had some time today so I'm just saying here.

OK. Looks like this is it for now. The new house, surrounded by 5 acres of land.

As you can see I am imagining painting it red. Among other things. Needs work.

A loose page #91119

 

I've tried my best to repair the audio issues with Feel Free. I think it is ok.  I am in the process of proofreading to make sure all content is in order and nothing got lost.  I will reopen the site next Wednesday, and do my best to catch up and complete part 2 of Patchwork in Perspective by the end of October as planned. And then... your guess is as good as mine.  There will be, most likely, a big space. But space can be like a thread. If you hold a longer view.

 

Weather

It's cold.

This is an old drawing. From what I now call the library of selves. Not that old but it isn't dated (still not sure that is important, not sure about time). I have a sense it was just yesterday. It surfaced yesterday anyway. I wanted to make a series about this question. In a way I think I'm doing that with the next sharing thing. Expect a Feel Free newsletter soon.

But it's so cold. And this morning I am thinking about weather. How the cold is moving through me. But then weather as something so much like me. How familiar it is. The beauty of the extremes when you step back. The chaos of it when you are in it. How much like weather I become to those around me.

How the weather seems like me moving through me sometimes.

Today it's like that.

It did snow a bit before dark...

I need to fill the feeder.

A Studio Day

A warm one. Before another polar vortex. I put my winter bitch in the closet.

I will build one small fire, warm up the stove. Since the sun is out, that's enough for the day.

On a lighter note, this will be a Stoodio Day.

The lightness took over yesterday. When I patched Joy back to my center.

Stitching, anticipating February, weathering a storm before it happens, stitching, sewing snow, S(new)ing...? Snewing. Probably with out the context, we might read it Snoowing.  Oh ha.

The patches are half dipped indigo, two stitched together seemed to be a snowscape. The cloth is doublewoven, from an old baby blanket, so I did not add my normal extra layer.  Maybe you remember this Cloth Story. More of those to come. Materials are like good friends, every day you learn a little more about them.

Snow. Storm. Not. Yet...

Swinging. Rocking. Moving toward 50 degrees here. A studio day! Way down, ice later.

Storm Watch

Prep really.

And then the ride.

Anticipating power loss and very cold temperatures.

We don't know, but shutting down to do some last minute chores and probably see you Monday.

It's been a while since we had a good storm.

Love a good storm. Puts things in perspective.

Mixed Up

A mix of a day. Seasons.

The leaves have just fallen. Some of them. The mix of fall and winter offered some good looking.

There was a lot of looking.

More than expected. More than a dusting. Nothing dust about this. Very wet, very heavy.

There was not that much stitching.

I went to bed early but didn't sleep.

I don't mind it this way.

This morning brought more wind and a warm light rain.

It's all gone except the top of a small tree that broke off.  Better clean that up. It's blocking the driveway.

I'm confused. Too much so to share why.