To restore , in some way, physically maybe to aid in holding together, and then I think about perspective and how that might help put things in order based on the more present moment. And I think about new ways of seeing.
(Please note, I am going to do a lot of talking here. You can click the audio and then enlarge the pictures which open in new tabs. Just keep track of those...)
That Extended Nine Patch
Loose Ends
A Walking Stitch and New Eyes
Such weird times are upon us.
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Henrietta
The ikat looks like the extended 9. New eyes…if only. Hi ho
So many years I’ve been following you Jude, enjoying your words and cloth. Just read Heather Cox Richardson’s April 4th posting. I’m afraid for us all. Cloth is tangible, it’s comforting, time to get the cat and do some stitching…..sending love and thanks.
It’s getting to where I’m kind of afraid to read Heather’s posts. She’s always on top of everything. But at least there’s Jude’s posts and something to do with one’s hands to keep busy. These are alarming times. I’m putting my trust in the old saying, “Right always wins in the end.”
Thanks Jude
Your posts are always a moment of stop for me.
I learn so much and appreciate your sharing.
I am so sad for all our wonderful friends who now have to live with fear. There is no thing right about it.
Spring has already been springing in north carolina. Busy. Busy Busy.
I’m grateful for the sun and the green.💚
First time I’ve commented. I read all your emails Jude, since I’ve found them. I don’t stitch – yet. I am still filling my head.
Thank you for enriching my life.
Life as loose ends that weave themselves together into one being. We are collections of loose ends.
Men from the carwash were taken here. My daughter and I go to the protests. I wonder if it does any good.
Happy Ostara.
I think it is finally beginning to sink in–this storytelling in cloth. As I sit here wondering who I am now and where I should go next, looking at this cloth I’ve seen grow, and listening to your words, all you’ve been explaining all these years is finally sinking below simple mental comprehension. I’m beginning to see direction, which I never really had before, for my own stitching.
My son, half first generation Indian American who has often been asked if he’s Mexican American, is terrified of ice, and beyond angry at all the Idiot has done to screw up his life. I told him recently that I’d rather be missing him than for him to fly, or even drive to visit, because those options would expose him to ice so much more. So much for children having a better life than their parents had. 😢
And my sister has not been able to contact her “adopted” brother, who is a legal Mexican immigrant and local landscaper. She’s hoping it’s just because he’s very busy.
What have we done to deserve to be living in “interesting” times? Oh, don’t answer! Maybe not specifically you or me, but . . .
Thank you so much Jude! I’ve been stitching since I was 5 and I’m over 70 now. My grandma thought stitching was essential for our souls, so I switched on bits of flannel and little quilt squares. Blanket stitch on most everything! Walking stitch and wandering ferns. I’m quite sure that my stitching is the reason I’m still sane. The pressure of daily barrage of horrendous news is terrifying. I listen over and over to you and let my stitches find my balance. Thank you again.
Jude~ Healing on repeat. New times, new needs.
I love the loose ends…so small, but I noticed them first, before I looked around more. They say so much.
I really love this cloth and the border does not look like ‘tee pees’ in most of the shots, just that one from the other day. So this is interesting – what we see, how & when. I just posted about that idea too. Seems to be a common reviewing at this age.
Question: Which men were taken? From your area?
sigh
(((hugs)))
Healing on repeat, that’s life right?
yes, there is a big immigrant community/ workforce here. Landscaping and home repair. I got to know them, I am so sad.
Open book/open heart seems more of a challenge these days. I remember this cloth as it progressed. As the earth browns grounded the edge. And now seeing how it is changes… Makes perfect sense to me that what we need for healing changes over time. Love hearing your thoughts.
What a treat all this is ✨️ Thank you Jude. Yes, I see you, and your wonderful open heart 💕 ….a Balm in these oh so weird times. Big hugs to you and Soul-O 🫂
The ikat looks like the extended 9. New eyes…if only. Hi ho
Oh, yes! Good observation. Love that.
Healing as growth…yes. I see that. 🙂
I learn from plants.
So many years I’ve been following you Jude, enjoying your words and cloth. Just read Heather Cox Richardson’s April 4th posting. I’m afraid for us all. Cloth is tangible, it’s comforting, time to get the cat and do some stitching…..sending love and thanks.
Sure has been a long time. Fear has become real.
It’s getting to where I’m kind of afraid to read Heather’s posts. She’s always on top of everything. But at least there’s Jude’s posts and something to do with one’s hands to keep busy. These are alarming times. I’m putting my trust in the old saying, “Right always wins in the end.”
Thanks Jude
Your posts are always a moment of stop for me.
I learn so much and appreciate your sharing.
I am so sad for all our wonderful friends who now have to live with fear. There is no thing right about it.
Spring has already been springing in north carolina. Busy. Busy Busy.
I’m grateful for the sun and the green.💚
At least there is the sun and the green…
First time I’ve commented. I read all your emails Jude, since I’ve found them. I don’t stitch – yet. I am still filling my head.
Thank you for enriching my life.
Stitch can be a metaphor…connect the dots somehow…
I see you Jude! Always a pleasure 💙
One stitch at a time … that’s me too🪡
💙🕊️
One breath, one stitch.
Life as loose ends that weave themselves together into one being. We are collections of loose ends.
Men from the carwash were taken here. My daughter and I go to the protests. I wonder if it does any good.
Happy Ostara.
I don’t know what we can do except not be like “them”.
I think it is finally beginning to sink in–this storytelling in cloth. As I sit here wondering who I am now and where I should go next, looking at this cloth I’ve seen grow, and listening to your words, all you’ve been explaining all these years is finally sinking below simple mental comprehension. I’m beginning to see direction, which I never really had before, for my own stitching.
My son, half first generation Indian American who has often been asked if he’s Mexican American, is terrified of ice, and beyond angry at all the Idiot has done to screw up his life. I told him recently that I’d rather be missing him than for him to fly, or even drive to visit, because those options would expose him to ice so much more. So much for children having a better life than their parents had. 😢
And my sister has not been able to contact her “adopted” brother, who is a legal Mexican immigrant and local landscaper. She’s hoping it’s just because he’s very busy.
What have we done to deserve to be living in “interesting” times? Oh, don’t answer! Maybe not specifically you or me, but . . .
Just let your story unfold.
It’s awful really. I can’t even process it anymore.
Thank you so much Jude! I’ve been stitching since I was 5 and I’m over 70 now. My grandma thought stitching was essential for our souls, so I switched on bits of flannel and little quilt squares. Blanket stitch on most everything! Walking stitch and wandering ferns. I’m quite sure that my stitching is the reason I’m still sane. The pressure of daily barrage of horrendous news is terrifying. I listen over and over to you and let my stitches find my balance. Thank you again.
We can get through with the right travelling companions.
Jude~ Healing on repeat. New times, new needs.
I love the loose ends…so small, but I noticed them first, before I looked around more. They say so much.
I really love this cloth and the border does not look like ‘tee pees’ in most of the shots, just that one from the other day. So this is interesting – what we see, how & when. I just posted about that idea too. Seems to be a common reviewing at this age.
Question: Which men were taken? From your area?
sigh
(((hugs)))
Healing on repeat, that’s life right?
yes, there is a big immigrant community/ workforce here. Landscaping and home repair. I got to know them, I am so sad.
Jude…how awful. I’m so sorry for them, you and your community. 😟
Love the ikat fabric . . .
cotton silk. Bali. gorgeous.
So sad and tragic that the guys who took the wall down were taken by ICE. Heartbreaking
❤️
Awful stuff, folks here are outraged, not party specific.
Open book/open heart seems more of a challenge these days. I remember this cloth as it progressed. As the earth browns grounded the edge. And now seeing how it is changes… Makes perfect sense to me that what we need for healing changes over time. Love hearing your thoughts.
The world is a scary place. The guys that took the walls down here just got taken by ICE. 😵💫
What a treat all this is ✨️ Thank you Jude. Yes, I see you, and your wonderful open heart 💕 ….a Balm in these oh so weird times. Big hugs to you and Soul-O 🫂
👋 hey you!