windthread

if you only have a short skinny scrap.   But you really like it   you can cut it and stitch it together to make a 2  1/2  square for  1 or 2 on Faith's Map.

 

 

 

old  urges rise.

We got our Omicron boosters today.  Alyssia and I.   After Pick Up from School when i did meet Ms. Johnson.  As a reward for our making good decisions,  we treated ourselves  to Pho  from  Time Pho  Boba.   Emrie  got Mango Boba.  and then we went a little more of the way along and got Elote Street Corn  from Big Red BarBQ  who has tables out front and sat and EnJoyed.   as the Dalai Lama  has  suggested.  Picnics.  more Picnics  in 10 Questions for the Dalai Lama.  It was AWAY from this Hill and Out into the World.   the vaccinations were from Rite Aid.   We had to wait.  and as we sat,  Humanity came and went and sometimes sat next to us.   All manner of humanity.  2 had dogs.   What i would like to do,  almost more than anything,  would be to be some kind of journalist who could/would be able to    Ask people things.   like    How ARE you?    Who      are you?  

***disappeared last night.  Just now reappeared.    So it goes.

i found the large piece of canvas wall cloth.  45" wide.   it gives me a sense of what i will need.   Knew today that i will put a wide border  all around.  All with Kantha.  

please don't feel obligated to comment.   there will be a lot of a certain kind of repetition but i need to document.   I am used to feeling like i should put something   "new"  at least intermittantly.   That's not happening right now.   The total focus is here.  

as i was just Looking all eve,   something wasn't  "right".   aside from the yellowy  light.    they had been pinned randomly.    Realized late that top right was upside down.   it mattered.   wanted to be turned.   

when searching for the canvas i found an old curtain*   from New Mex window,    from Thrift shop  Tienda Segunda ,  Socorro ,  the most magnificant source of old cloth.   and for nothing,  i googled.   An article,   May 2022.   They  need volunteers.   I WISH  i could go.   Could i drive there a couple days  week?   How great would that be?   But….then i remember.   Part of the reason for these quilts is to use up these bags of cloth i live with like family,  even part of my own self.    I don't know how many things i got there over the years beside cloth.   my own clothing,  shoes,  boots,   books and magazines,     and tools.  baskets and picture frames.   it was/is truly a Wonder Filled place.      There was 10 cent Tuesday. 

*very thin old cotton…will use in the middle for one.   there might be two.  if not,  will use all the rest of the harem cloth for the second.    For mine,  if i get that far,  maybe no middle?   Jenny says she just wants a sheet .   which i don't have,  which will be up to her to find and purchase.   but all that's a ways away.   no need to go there now.  Just be Here.   Here is more than Enough.

 

i stayed up Late to finish this one.   by the light of the lamp.   was uncomfortable with it…felt very edgy.   

 

before i went to sleep i wanted to pin it up so i could look  first thing  in the morning.   Had to  move the others down some and was tired and just let them overlap,  stood on the stepstool to pin it to the top,  not wanting to disturb the order of the others.  

First thing this morning…there it was!  and much to my surprise…somehow,  all of them together like this somehow had  become a ….quilt.   How quilts Are.   Instead of just  blocks,   there was  ……uhhhhh,   Interaction.     With its presence,  had become community.   ????    So…again.  even in this  traditional way…cloth Teaches.      cloth,  its Self,      has Imagination.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

marble size.   Red Kuri.    a Beauty FULL vine,  many blossoms  that withered.   But here.   Now.   This.  

the last cloth  before i decided not to make anymore cloths.   It wasn't even really a Cloth…just a scrap,  in its natural form with a square sewed on,  with an Eye drawn….with the question…..What is under the sqaure?   and i tried to …uhhhh….DO someThing,  by adding ribbons of Deb's Thread.   but no.   No more cloth i said.

 

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and then…These.   Out of  "nowhere".   That one on the upper right,  i finished this morning.   Keeping two aside for when/if i make myself a blanket.    

 wondering about them,  but i watched self tracking the rectangles and they spiraled around the square according to Faith AiryCat's Map .   As i sew,  i track them.   As i pin them on the "wall cloth",  i see again,   the mapping,  the sequences of each that match the sequences of any other

yesterday i remembered NLP.   Neurolinguistic Programing.   My oh so belov~ed Margery Burke Price and i took the train to Chicago for the workshops.    Richard Bandler and John Grinder in the 1970's

a long time ago.   I google NLP   just touch the surface  " of the world that they learn through sensory experiences.

    NLP tries to detect and modify unconscious biases or limitations of an individual's map of the world.  of the world they learn through sensory experiences."    Medical News Today  Timothy J. Legg  Aaron Kandals   2017       There's so much more,  but that's enough in the moment.      Map.   the individual's Map of the world.   and then

Mo comments with word that Stephen Harrod Buhner has a new book:   Earth Grief:  the journey into and through ecological loss

i have mentioned off and on over the years his book    Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm   into the dreaming of Earth 

and now

this.   Earth Grief.     I go look and i am so beyond HAPPY.    Everything begins to make sense.   Grief.   DEEP.  DEEP.  GRIEF.

this i have.  this i wake to each morning.  This all the "News" relates to.   This deep deep deep GRIEF.   

is it 

depressing?

no.   there was happiness.   Grief is Grief,  fully felt,  like love,  it think.   Maybe Grief IS love.

 there is a small green knob the size of a marble on the Kuri Squash vine.   All these months of   faithful watering,  many blossoms that came to naught.              and    This morning,   a flock of Geese….called a 

skein

flew and called    high overhead.

it's 90 again…for a few days then 80s.   But the shift is palpable.   I think,   the light.    Same for me.   the light.   

the nature of consciousness

 

so,  yes.    it's the cloth.   its  touch,  in hand,  ….the texture,  weave,  weight,  density or non,   and   color.   pattern.  or non.   a pile of it here,  next to me,  less than a foot away from my left arm,   atop that basket of stuff,  on the bench at this Table.  All    it has to do is   BE here.   it's almost enough.     but then,   i thought all day……,    what happens.    Sewing.   Sewing.   what a simple word that everyone knows.   needle and thread.    i'm thinking about sewing.   

all this  coming about from continuing to be Surprised by the satisfaction i am feeling from making these simple spiral/squares.  I never dreamed it possible.   I thought that making  "pictures" with cloth   collaged cloth  was the only way,   and to find the same   Pleasure,   the  same   Love     can come from these…..?????    And the common element   is    Sewing.   

but then…i glanced up at that collage on the wall.    torn paper.   a ground for it.  glue.   

and drawing.   the pencil   the quality of its lead…hard/soft     the paper,  it's tooth or non

and the common denominator of all is     the hand    and the hand  is me.   Something   In me     gets to come Out of me,  show itsSelf   to me and   show me how it    Feels     when i  hold it up to the world in which i am living,       as part of that world?????

or what

in contrast to the image of yesterday…here is Beauty on the Hill.   in my    life.    The Doe Goat Rain Shelter.   I raked and pitch forked all the compressed rice straw we use for bedding.   They only go in here when it rains.   But that means,  for the months of sometimes November through March.  December and January almost every day.    Even when the earth is very wet,  they sleep Out.  Only when water is falling from the Sky.    I should have taken a pic….there's a pile of old straw, with urine and shit  that i will take to B Garden little by little on the sled.    You can see tho,   there's a zillion  of the little poops still.   They are completely  dry and like petrified.   There is no smell.  Goat shit is Lovely.   Neat and useful.   When mixed with soil and/or compost,  decomposes to total nutrient.    That's the mended chair.   The top mend on the left arm isn't stitched down.  Came later.  and you can see on the back of  the seat,  a hole?   My thumb went through once when moving it.   I think the seat is also rotting.  I think it's not long for this world.  But today,  Perfect.   Rake     Rest.   Rake    Rest.   totally satisfying .

 

 

and before and then after….this.    I looked at it for #10,  it's a piece of a blouse.  that i love.  and i had the urge,  tried to resist but didn't and continued with it on down #11.   There are 3 button holes.   i like them there.  Eyes.   What If?,  i'm thinking…what if i am able to get some walnut dye that works well.   It can be  similar to the patterns on this blouse…..?    i like this.     in contrast to the center.  i do harbor a secret hope to make myself a cloth blanket after the 2 are finished.   I'd use the Walnut cloth.  a lot.

a few people i love have active FaceBook pages.    when i go to read,  i look around.    Today,  this.   i'm not sure what it means to me,  but i thought about how people Out There,   all over,   look for,  find   and create Beauty of all all all kinds.   Someone…an Interior Design person?,   created this.    How truly Beauty Full it is.   

 

 

two   long time people    in my life died last night.      I think i would like to die at Equinox.   would like to Slip Through then.

to me,  the tender most moment of a year.  Fall Equinox.