There is a lot that I love here.
Let me count the ways.
I love the Moon that seems hugged by sky. I love the idea of nested homes, a roof over a roof. I love the play on scale and the sense of expanding the sense of home. I love all the parts of things and how the edges seem like a place of becoming. I love how the earthly warmth connects to the corner sun. I love the play on nine, my safety net, and how it also became a constellation. I love the stitched extension on the blue wave. I love the absence of figures and how welcoming the empty space becomes. How I still have the sense of being there. I love the roof of stars which gives them heart somehow.
I loved just stitching this to calm myself and no other reason. Using what was here by my side because it always seems like enough.
So much love and peace to feel about all of this 💙
Listening to Mozart as I read and looked. Can’t have it loud enough for the birds though…too near neighbours 🙄
I love how music drifts through a forest…
I love that you could find peace. I too love the color balance, and the warmth. I love the 9-patch window cave-house that looks like a hut to me…something primal, less complicated. I love the sky holding tic-tac-toe stars, under a sky roof of more stars.
I love that you bring your piece/peace here, so we may all feel that for a moment. xo
I thank you for coming by to share it with me.
I finally had time to look at your new landing page. I love it!! Every image an invitation to dream and learn and connect and grow. How lovely is that?!! 🙂
Beautifully described Nancy.
“the absence of figures” … Yet I see a hint of one in the megamendung cloth. Two ears and the tip of a tail.
Yeah, I didn’t see that, ha!
Your little home-piece : with megamendung cat’s ears and tail 😀
this time they are waves…
that last “real” Cloth i made…that Stick House….continues to
deepen it’s meaning , it’s “message” . Every few days, i listen
again.
I went back to look at your earlier cloths last night.
This feels so connected. All the parts . Observing from a zoomed out aerial place. Warm home/earth…space around the moon and the sheltering stars. And it goes on in all directions. Such a spacious yet cozy piece…or should I say peace. Thank you. Love it
It came to reflect how I came to feel
I love how Soul-o in the cat-tree-home echoes your nestled spirit home piece that had calmed you last night. I love your words of love.
He never slept in there before, I found him there this morning.
“calm is like food, even in the smallest amounts” has gone into my Jude Hill quotations collection. Just seeing Solo’s feet and toes in the top photos made something inside me unwind. Thank you.
“If the only prayer you ever said was ‘Thank you,’ that would be enough.” Meister Eckhart
I have not yet tried to redefine prayer…
Such beautiful musing Jude! I thoroughly enjoy your gifted use of language to express your thoughts. I occasionally feel similarly when walking my dog in the 100+ acre wooded park near my home early in the morning. But I had a particularly beautiful few minutes while swimming backstroke at the pool recently. The sound of the water burbling past my ears was quite magical so I relished in it while I could. It didn’t happen with front crawl of breast stroke. It all depended on how cleanly my arm came out of the water, that I had just the right amount of water under my swim cap in my ear canal…it was quite mesmerizing. Little moments to enjoy while there is so much awful stuff going on. Thanks Jude!
How much more I know the sound of water now.
I love your musings on what you love 🙂
I love to love.
“Let me count the way”—what a beautiful poem—so it reads to me.
✌
I feel “home”. I feel like I bounce around a lot, on occasion, I leave it, too, but I’m always grateful fall back into my soft place.
We know it. Home.
“Trying” to make a beautiful piece also often doesn’t work. But sometimes a beautiful piece just happens. (Although as a friend said when asked “How long did it take you to make that?” he says “do you mean how many years did I spend honing this skill, or how many hours did I spend working on this particular piece?”) Thanks for sharing with us the love and skill that flows out of your needle, Jude.
Yes, suddenly is never how it works… trying blocks a lot of things.
“There’s a lot I love here…” and under that, is another poem. Thank you Jude.
Hey. Love is a blanket.
i love that you love so much
I can love anything in one way or another knowing how one thing might become another.
Precious, precious peace / piece.
emptied, then filled with love.
Hope you are fine.
good morning. I too am having trouble sleeping. I experienced many days of cities with no people during Covid . The first time was amazing but after a week There was no peace there for me only sadness and loneliness . Being in a forest with no people feels comforting. Strange my different expectations. Glad you got some sleep . This piece as usually is beautiful.
Oh that is such a good point. NYC was so strange. I enjoy your thoughts here. Story gives context. Thank you.
we went to an artist talk at our local gallery last weekend … having a recognizable art form came up, how it is both a “signature” and an expression of self … your new cloth is all of that, in the best way
and as I read “I love the absence of figures and how welcoming the empty space becomes,” I recalled a guided meditation I experienced many years ago that included a passage about walking through a city … at the end, the facilitator asked a series of questions about our experience including this: “Was the city you imagined full of people, or were there just a few people?” … I realized with a jolt that I had imagined no people at all … and that I was absolutely okay with that
I could curl up like Soul-O and be perfectly happy in my solitude … as long as it included cloth and stitch, of course
How just going creates a groove, i like the idea of expression and signature as one thing!
A city without people, yes me too, how interesting.
I feel good today, balanced.
Your words make me teary eyed 💙
Love that cloth too!
I have felt like that a lot lately
me too
❤
What you wrote about Peace resonates. The other morning I took a picture of the Moon that looks just like your Moon, and deemed it “Peace.” Is there a way I can send it to you?
you can email it…
your words brought calm to my troubled soul…
calm is like food, even in the smallest amounts.
There is a lot to love and a lot of Love here.
Good morning! Feelin’ it.
Love all the love you name on top of my things I love
❤❤❤ always room for more love.