Spirit Cloth

It's March!

day 13

Feel it. Smell it. Spring. I'm charged. 

This morning the window sill glowed.  And then, I changed my mind. I want need this window to go all the way to the floor. It's in my head now. It's a must. I'm changing furniture around again. That's a good sign.

And yesterday, while splitting old logs, we met our first Eastern Eyed Click Beetle.  At first I thought it was a snake or something... I put a link here 'if you be curious', those are false eyes.   I think I need some of those. You can never have too many eyes.

It's great to be outside more. Everything is vibrating. Outward.

I hung 3 more cloths in The Room with the Big Round Table. I basted them before hanging to get the pins out.  Just a bit of reconnect. I actually reconsidered the 3rd one based on the two above. I did some photo play. Below. ↓ One over the other.  I became engaged with the thought that it doesn't matter which came first, only that they have connected.  So the bottom piece has some transparency play now. But I will talk about each piece in detail when I am done hanging.

Now that I look closer, each wall in this house is a different shade of yellow. Depending on the time of day they all look different again. Color is so much about light.

There are tiny birds nesting in the porch roof.

As always, with a change of season, I feel reborn.

Morning Softness and Unfolding

 

The "studio" is full of still packed boxes.

Let's unpack then. Talk about stuff. Just like that.

It will help me understand where I am. A ceremony.

Because I cannot sit and stitch. My back feels better but I did a bit of damage to my hip joint, which happens now and then. It's a weak spot, that joint. Some healing has to happen before I can sit for long periods. That includes the computer so I am not out and around visiting on the web much either.

This was the first thing I pulled from a box. Sitting on top, one of the last things I cobbled together in the time before the move. Some small cloth. A nine lives patch. But more importantly what I want to call a story card.  I've been working on card ideas for a while. But I ended up not wanting to print cards. Not wanting more than one of anything. Long ago I was considering one of a kind cards.  Back in the Flickr days. Gosh I've known some of you that long. One by Jude. That was the name I was using. Anyway, now, not just paper but cloth and paper, hybrids I began calling them, but to make  long story short, oh ha!, they're coming.

This is a Cat In A Window. But that is part of the story. Still in the works.

My car broke down yesterday but we actually found a small repair shop within walking distance. (a bit of a hike actually)  Cash, 50 bucks, done, yay! New friends.

 

And this is funny lamp #2.

Funny because I just don't do ceiling lamps. 

I like it mostly for the reflections it makes in the window.

A moon maker.

I wonder if the previous owners noticed that? Probably not, I said to myself. I tend not to give folks enough credit when I sense they are not like me. I will correct that. It's not fair or useful.

Happy Solstice

 

it was a beautiful sunrise

we are here

and he is ok

Simply still here

Finding comfort in simple things.

Like just being here.

Still.

A little path-work.

Trying not to clutter my mind with more than just being.

The window cross, the thing that stands combined with the thing that moves through... again... stitched with magic thread, the magic, a reminder of how things appear and disappear. The form it takes, how we simply bear witness to that, until we are that.

A new post in small cloth, thought catching later.