I finished quilting G and I thought Getting There. And I am , if there is a there there. I did add the words Going and Guess but I will take pictures later. I have spent a lot of time in this chair over the last few months. I can say this cloth has officially become a Spirit Cloth. S could just be for that, without saying. And a Storycloth, a Story that might be told Someday (I love that […]
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. […]
You know you are home when you can be yourself. I slept well. That has not been happening too often. Things become a pattern, especially when you worry about them. You know what I mean. Trying to sleep well or trying to be happy, that doesn’t work. It’s early morning, And I love this photo. Where I left off last night. I wore myself out imagining peace, brushed my teeth, went to bed and woke up just before dawn.
The cloth I call Alphabet Soup is about to be spread out on the big round table so i can get a feel for it. Soul-o was not around when I working on this one so long ago. He seems to want to connect. S is for snake but I could add Soul-o too. Bring it into the present.
Out of control. It’s that time of year. The cucumbers have escaped the fence and the Malabar spinach is everywhere. There are definitely more than enough tomatoes for the chipmunks and us. The paths are becoming hard to navigate. I will make some changes next season. There IS a garden. And then, I remind myself how little control I seem to have over how to get to things these days, but still I am growing. My capabilities have seriously diminished […]
Looking here. Looking has become quite an activity. Or, really, just passing by. Humming to myself. The back of one cloth over another. Some scrap over that. And now Grow over that. Sometimes I just live with this, forgetting about what might be underneath, for a long time. Maybe forever. Moving through days as needed. I drew some lines with a sharpie. I pinned some cutouts. But mostly I don’t know. What if it is just ok? The illusion, in […]
He is really patient lately, wakes up early and just waits. It’s May, and yet, cold enough for a fire, so I built one. But here is a lawn update. My neighbor told me to be careful, these weeds will take over. He gave me a puzzled look when I said I was excited. A little stitch. Not to much, just to make note of what was running walking through my mind. One at a time then, walking stitch.