Maybe he knows. Where he is. About place. He sits in the ring of vision I call the serpent of days (never completed) on the Magic Cloth. As if it is a basket. Over and over. As if it holds him. I just completed the border stitching on Alphabet Soup and now I will complete the unfinished letter/picture blocks. All the while I will consider how to begin moving a lot of my old Diary Series posts to this place. […]
Wool. So different. So much, shelter from the storm. I think this might be the first Open Air Ritual for this one. It seems to belong here. But then it has been through many a storm, just being worn. It wraps around and around. No cold gets in. 28″ x 98″ plus fringe. Of course it has been washed many times and was probably bigger at one point. Cannot remember a planned size, was using the yarn at hand and […]
The Man here made a table with his (still beautiful) hands. The tree guy had sliced off a few rounds of hickory from an old tree. “These pieces are ok”, he had said. Frosty mornings here, but still stuff lives. The cold was sudden. A bit warmer today, but the chill, the feeling in my bones , now that I am older, such a reminder of my own seasons. I have been dreaming a lot. There is nothing like […]
Be in it. The haven I created here is not just for chipmunks. All of it, just is here within view. More life. As it is and will be. Earth Weeps. Under the needle. Weaving on my mind. Because weaving is a special kind of holding and a special kind of reminder.
Woven in Space Place There is more here than I might be able to explain, but it is just nice to look at I think. Anyway, in my mind, this one has suddenly become important. A new Frame of Mind. This was yesterday’s post but I never got around to publishing it.
Order. Personal Order, then Natural order. All seemingly, over a lifetime of illusion, part of Chaos. Life forms. The tendency to make sense of it all. Today I laughed while thinking about myself writing a book when I hardly ever read one. Also I realize I might not really enjoy it. The process. Then while thinking back to how many times I’ve said it’s not the thing it’s the journey. And then asking myself what if writing a book has […]
This one is always mixed up and changing. Like me. Like soup. But then so much the same like the Moon. The small woven strip I call waves was just added and I know that weave will once again become a bigger part of my cloths this year. It’s always been there, even in just choosing cloth. I am truly a weaver by nature. Even with words. Stitcher Self is woven through. Basket self is woven round and round. I […]