Cloth seems to have a memory. The kind we have. But actually cloth does have it's own kind of memory. Retaining a lot about how it was handled, worn and rescued. Loved. Ha! Like us then...
I finally "finished" this one. Because it feels like enough. Even though it seems like I could mend it into being forever. In Memory of our Michelle. I notice how my eyes come to rest after a while, on the Karma-Patch. There is true peace for me there. In how it is. And then how I feel about it. I realize storycloth is a ceremony, a celebration for me. How I can, because I want to celebrate it all.
Jude~ This post and all of the comments, such great story, such great heart, such great love. Many of my own thoughts reflected as well. Today my eyes really find solace and rest in her wings, touching center, in the way she blends, comes out and rises…almost being seen even more or in a different light…and the compass-like stitching on the flower-sun, giving her…giving us, direction. Thank you Jude for sharing here as we remember Michelle together, as well as on our own. xo
i like the moonflower as a compass…
A story of friendship and love told
it’s good to say
the story of silk… exiting the cocoon. taking flight. crossing over. it glows. the woven velvet patches on your jeans in the fringed heart video look comfy.
flying without wings now fills my thoughts. through the ages, my jeans were visibly mended even before it was a “thing”
When I read here I see/feel how we are all connected.
My FIL passed in September and sometimes I feel it like a gut punch. But at the same time he never really left because we talk to him a lot. It’s a nice skill to have. And he is having wonderful experiences now instead of staying home trying to breathe.
I knew Michelle was special to you and others. I’m sure she appreciates being remembered in such a loving and lovely way. 🥀🌺🌸
I know she will be happy knowing…
Going in beauty and love.
I do miss traveling around NYC with her through her writings. I think of her often wondering what she would say about this or that.
She always had something to say….
The thread of friendship, of love, of memory and how it simply enfolds us. I often go to Michelle’s other blog, her blog of photos, of thoughts, of life titled, Somewhere Sometime. There have been moments when I have noticed something on my walks that brings forth Michelle and I think of her, of her love for her streets, the beauty she found in the every day, her joy in connecting with fellow New Yorkers she met on her travels… and I smile because Michelle, somewhere, sometime, is here and will always be in the mists, memories and wanderings of all of us who were privileged to know her.
in person she was one difficult character. and I love her more for that with every passing day.
this is just so great….the timing…
yesterday i was trying to make some sense out of that back room and there, on top was the sundress she
sent me…to cut up and USE and i just sat down and went to NYC in my mind. To her apartment that i
know like the back of my hand and we spent some time looking out her window at her “canyon”. Decided
to take a walk and did but then suddenly i thought….She’s FREE now!, so i brought her HERE. She sat
across from me at the Everything table. i lit some Nag Champa and we Sat Zazen. I got up and cooked, we talked during, laughing
storytelling Wondering and wondering about if i could buy a new set of Inktense Pencils, that it would be
a huge extravagance, because i want the BIG one
and she shrugged her shoulders and smiled that smile and we ate the stirfry. Together.
Tomorrow the warm up begins, I will take her on a tour of the land here.
she will love it. it’ll be a Glorious Day
Maybe she will bring her famed spinach dip.
loved hearing the music from the man. good memory of us all together then. Miss Michelle too and it’s a good cloth for her journey.
music is amazing, how it brings the story back
Perfect tribute to your friend and the worn wearing of time 💙
this one is sooooo soft
The beast at the top breaking through the ridged line really tugs at my heart. Rising through the veil. I have sort of an internal compass map of where some of the ragmates I’ve come to know best live, in relation to me. I feel an empty space south of you where Michele used to be.
There are so many kinds of maps…
In a way, in the last few days, she expanded and filled all the gaps. She became a bridge.
such a beautiful tribute to your friend
(((Jide))) such a beautiful honouring for (((Michelle))) it’s the equinox again & half a year since she left the stage
Yes, I feel the season so deepky this year. She was to visit in spring.
Yes, the crown. I remember a Judaic teacher saying, ” Never forget your crown, Never forget who you are”
Loved the fringed heart video, just working on some broken hearts.
It’s universal, the broken heart…
The heart…oh I loved that the first time, still do. Story cloth as ceremony feels very true to me.
Sharing is that, I guess… to celebrate how it happened
To me it looks like a hat that really is a crown. A feminine feeling with the dark red that would be situated by the forehead. Very proud and strong.
To wear for the important journey.
Just beautiful and powerful
Yes, I felt the ancient headdress thing.