Yeah, so here we are, Fool's Day and I am nowhere near being anywhere I've imagined. I'm a fool, I say to myself, to think that I can keep doing all of this the way I have been. I had no car for a while but that has been resolved. Last night the bedroom ceiling was leaking during one amazing thunderstorm after another. And I was up all most of the night. I was going to test a few things today, especially the private post thing for new teaching but I am back to being unsure about that.
I did ask myself what if (?) I continue playing with that loose ends idea. I named this one Magic Carpet Energy Cabin. And I said to myself, hold on!
I pinned it to the cloth I am calling Remember... reminding myself that these story blocks can change the energy or direction of whatever they touch.
The colors and shapes are enchanting. Weaving in a new rhythm. <3
It was never complete which makes it better.
The beautiful black and white as the frame on your composition is stunning! I have spent the whole night wide awake under the bright moon shining on to my bed. Rarely bothers me but last night I lit up with ideas and thoughts and could not sleep. Almost got up and went for a walk – and wish I did. Now have to negotiate a way through the day with only half a brain in function (some might say what!s new!!)
I’m half brained myself….
carry on Jude. Just like we all do as best we can.
Weirdly, life is more unbelievable all the time.
i hold you dearly for your continued way in this world, which is based in sharing. .
We are Community, carrrying on.
More important than ever…
…”story blocks can change the energy or direction of whatever they touch…” ooooooooH, YESSS!!! the combo of “magic carpet energy cabin” with “remember” emits a strong frequency. timeless. like u, jude. free to weave yourself in ‘n outa time or plans. ha! we ragmates get that ‘n love u for it… x
Extra energy is welcomed these days.
Jude~ I was hoping you’d be here on the first, the fools day – because you almost always are and I like the stability of that.
The big cloth reminds me of a mud cloth that Peggy (woman With Wings) sent me years ago. It adds some real comic book POP! POW! behind the Flying Cloth.
Sorry about the leaks and the car. Grrr.
It has that ethnic feel.
So much crap going on right now.
I love how these work together. I see that little carpet travelling through time, indicated by the spiral and continuing with the rings” in the weaving. I’m sensing more, but no words.
No thunderstorms here, but 2 feline ghosts kept waking me. Seriously! They jump onto the bed and onto my feet, and dig (thankfully no claws) into the blankets. Rather furiously last night. (I wonder what they were digging for. A mouse? I don’t think I have mice–dead or alive, but I guess they don’t have to be in my plane of existence to be where the cats are.) I think they know that since Iqbal is no longer here (he always swatted the blankets when he felt them), they can play all they want. LOL If they keep waking me up in the night, I’ll start swatting the blankets, too. I wonder if they’ll stay when I get some living kitties
The wa3vi g us such a nice base, brings the story in new directions.
My cat runs around d all night. Sounds in the forest maybe.
“Just for today” has become my motto. Plans fly out the window as I sit & ponder now what does today feel like – my mood, my energy, my delight. Who knows where I will be tomorrow. And does it matter? Not so much.
Funny how that all falls away.
I love the colors. I love the energy.
Color can do that… I needed the energy
Stormy 🐾 does not like storms. That canine hearing allows him to react to even the most distant thunder and sets him in motion to pace and pant long past the last rumble…so not alot sleep here last night either.
Soul-o just stays close.
I don’t much of anything anymore…. but who cares!
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Wow…what a pairing 🔥🖤🤍🖤🤍
Poof, funny how unlikely things come together ..
Flying carpet! I loved that idea as a child, stuck in suburbia, I could go anywhere. Traditonaly woven here on a cloth weaving? Its like it transcends everything, elevated upon steps, a temple, trancendental. Ive been looking at the work of Hilma Af Klint, funny how things merge in the mind.. what if indeed
Yes, that’s where the magic lives…
I was awake a lot with thunderstorms last night as well, but thankfully, no leaking. That’s a bummer! Love the Magic Carpet Energy Cabin… really does have a ton of energy.
There’s a skylight over the bed. Noisy!
Not knowing is a new story for me. I always believed a story that I HAD to know. You reminded me, how can we know? I have been leaning into a new-to-me thought process that I can change a story I have been telling myself. I have agency. It is my story. Asking “What if . . . ” is a great way to begin to reconsider on old or new story. And we are stories, of our own making and of the ones that have been told to us that we have taken to heart. Maybe we thought we needed them at one time and maybe we don’t any more. Maybe time for a new story, or a new take on an old story. Thank you for sharing your words and your work, Jude, and for your little community here, learners together. Take care!
Exactly how thoughts flow…
Losing the pre-programmed story that has kept us in our solitary cages.
Through open the windows. Let fresh air in to awaken us to out true essence.
Loving the bold black radiating out in 4 directions. With the circular ground pulsing from the center.
Weave holds many forms in structure and story. I’m reinspired.
This made my Wednesday. Thank you Jude. I bet a lot of us here don’t really know…well….know!
Maybe I don’t wanna know…😂