Spirit Cloth

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I don't know why this one is so difficult to photograph, just elusive in some sort of way. Perhaps I see something that cannot be seen outside a dream. The thing that remains in between.

The X emerged, I don't think I have talked about that symbol much. I have been gathering thoughts for a while. It is a combination of conflicting thoughts having to do with the unknown, crossing over, and placekeeping.  Not to be confused with the cross (which is here too.).  But my words seem inadequate this morning and I need some time ...

Anyway, this one is complete in the context of the day. Pinned to a bit of Sanity. The Heart of Season.  And the thread that runs through it. 

This is an old drawing that is very much at the root of my thread theory. 

Very old, like 60s.

I love it more today.

I will use it to pull me through to some new form of understanding. 

 

The gift of clear warmth and center when the days are short and the shadows are long...

 

White love

A very cold night.  Thoughts on personal season.

As the winter moves in I look.  Sometimes there is a big snow .  Everything just seems to disappear.  But more often and more interesting is the frost, or that surprisingly thin layer of white you might wake up to without notice.   The skin of cold  that coats the remnants of a season past.  The skeleton  of warmth and life  is almost celebrated in the texture of  frozen time.  Giving pause.

I called this one the Tendency to Pull Together.   Now aka White Love.  Named for the reason of explaining how I feel when I look at it.  What I imagined while making it.  How I might explain a certain kind of persistence.  How season might accentuate that.  It has  remained untouched for  months now as my focus on white over at Diaries has taken a rest.  But today the story is as clear as the day is cold.  I say to myself...  the tendency to pull together.  It is always there.  Through thick and thin.  Rests, perhaps dormant,  waiting for a thaw.  But always there underneath.

There is no frost, no snow today.  But there is this cloth that reminds me. 

And this one too, although nameless.

And another day.

The next day

Last night there was a champagne moon.   This morning it still lingers.


Along with some midnight madness.




There are a few new  Xs.  Along with the same old confusion, longing, and a sense of  something.

X

There was an  X  in the morning.  I like how it was a marking nothing in a way.  Just letting the light through.  

 

There was an  X  in the afternoon.    This is where the stump from the big tree pulled out of the ground.  We had it ground down so we could expand the garden.  I noticed the shadows from the branches above  seemed to mark the spot very clearly in the afternoon sun. 

 

Later in the day, I stitched one.  An X.  It was on my mind.  That simple mark.  Two lines paired in such a centering way.   Just a little X.   I am sure it will come in handy eventually.  There are always spots to be marked. 

I seem to have wound down.  Not in a shop mood at all.   The holidays make me dizzy.    So, I think that's it for now.   An X or two over a  glass (or two)  of  good red wine.     No big plans or news for the rest of the year.   Just letting it go.   Like it does. 

 

Focus

Although I am posting,  I have disabled the conversation  here for a while,  at least through the end of the month,  while I focus on other things.   I'll still be here in spirit.