Spirit Cloth

November Rain

The big transition has begun. A blustery day.

Ushering in cold and the possibility of a bit of snow early next week.

The Japanese Maple is the star of the show at the moment.

Winter is around the corner. I expect most of the leaves to come down with this week's storms.

I've been quiet. A bit blue. Unable to catch my thoughts in words or stitch.

Then. This morning. A dark morning. Without turning on the lights. I sat with this one . Near the big window. So I could see the rain, hear the wind.

I renamed it. The Thread Dancer. It is, an older self. But one that remains focused on building, connection. I spent a lot of time trying to secure the fringe that extends from the woven mask-face.  A bit like trying to catch the wind. I imagined myself as a thread, the thread, and that helped. The position of the fringe kept moving, like the wind, there could be no plan, just going with the energy at hand.

The porch roof, now protected with a tarp, will wait for repair until at least March. Still I think to myself, maybe it could be ok like that forever. A cheaper solution for sure. We'll see.

If you look closer, you might see the birdbox we created by recycling an old mailbox. I will weave a roof from windfall. And grapevine clippings. I make a note to myself, what if I could weave a roof for the porch. Yeah, right...gotta love imagining.

beneath the story

Another way it might happen.

The other side of Holding Pattern. Coated with mostly plant dyed silk. 

The pattern emerged because I quilted the darker squares with darker thread. Something I call coloring book quilting, where the thread color is chosen in sympathy with the patchwork colors on design side. It has a double effect. It helps the design remain clean on one side and also brings it through to the other side. 

I had to load smaller picture files today. I am just having so much trouble here. I think my path forward has been chosen for me. 

I'm going to take this off the wall now. Probably not going to put it back up. It's about to be the blanket I imagined it to be.

 

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Big wind here today. Drying some cloth that emerged from the dyepo(e)t. As Mom used to say...

"Think I'll go outside and let the wind blow the stink off me."

Have a good weekend.

change is in the air

That wind, that signals change, blew in this morning. It may not linger day to day, but it has arrived. I could see it in the treetops before it came through the open window. The wind that makes everything smell different. 

It is going to be a big acorn year. The squirrels are beside themselves. ( I was going to say in heaven, but we all know where that concept has gotten us to) It's the most joy I have seen in a long time.

The acorns are different here. And quite honestly, so am I.

I don't know my oaks well. I might study up. Make that a priority.

It's a clear day, and I slept long and deep.  I had a dream, Soul-o wanted to visit the old place. When we got there he met his former self at wood's edge. They did not hit it off. He asked to go home. I woke up and here we are. 

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I guess you could say the wind blew through me.

Like a River

I love the flow of cloth.

That it's nature. as a medium, is to hold movement.

And silk, well, silk is the queen of flow.

It can get away from you. Or you can just go with it.

Silk used to intimidate me. I was afraid. We were fighting. But now I might say I encourage it. The flow. It helps me deal with uncertainty. And find the incredible beauty in it. At every moment, new form. Now we dance. This morning it all made me reconsider place as something with a softer edge. And I need that right now. The big heart here might become like wind.

How much cloth can move has to do with weave. And there is a lot to say about that.

Alignment does not have to imply anything static.

I have so much still to say. Share. I think that might keep me going.