windthread

mornings are now cool.   got this shirt out…old…from the thrift shop in Polvadera, NM.   A great shirt.  Territory Ahead,  Santa Barbara, CA.   This left cuff,  the only truly worn place even though it must be at least 20 years old?   It looked like a bleach splash for so long but in the last year or two…worn through.   I'll stitch a patch.  Use Jude's integrated applique stitch…Deb Lacativa's thread.   Maybe that will be it?….but if not,  will go forward to be a Boro Noragi over time…the woven pattern becoming the inside.   Life filling in the OutSide.   We'll see.

"It is hard to know what to do with all the detail that rises out of a fire.  It rises out of a fire as thick as smoke and threatens to blot out everything—-some of it is true but doesn't make any difference,  some of it is just plain wrong,  and some doesn't even exist,  except in your mind,  as you slowly discover long afterwards.  Some of it,  though, is true— and makes all the difference."   Norman Maclean,  Young Men and Fires     quoted in  Fire Monks. *

i'd thought i would just go forward now that we have returned to the HILL.   Leave the truck packed,  but otherwise,  just leave it.   Talk about other things,  go through the scraps and try to imagine some joyful Cloth,  or some Comforting Cloth…Let it Go.    but over and over,  i see differently.   I see those words….Fire Ecology.   I see,  i think* the change taking place,  how there are not the old loved distinct seasons,  each with their own work,  but here and in 2020,  One Season,  each movement of it feeding and allowing the next form of ItsSelf,  but one Self?   Something like this?   But this is what i need to LIVE IN.  Learn to live fully in it.  and then…then i can make a joyfull Cloth,  a comfort Cloth.  In the meantime,  work on this cuff and the Letter Blanket.  it's what is honest to the moment.