windthread

i am just going to write something here.  it won't be exactly or maybe anywhere near exactly what's on my mind.  but i'm going to just say it and then let go of trying to talk about it for now.  afterall, it IS September. 

what word to use? is the issue.  concerned is is too little to convey,  heartbroken is too dramatic.  so the word i want is somewhere inbetween concern and heartbreak i guess.   and although everything is within this,  the focus for me is of the planet earth.  i came into this life having  a true passion for all of it;  what was under my footpalms,  above in the sky,  all beings,  human and the rest.  it simply grew and grew as the years have continued.   and  i hope i am wrong.  i hope i am over reacting but really, i think not.  i think that           convenience             and  the illusion of what we are NOT doing TO  this planet  will replace all that i love.   this does not make me afraid.   i         think       i believe,  that as it goes along, we will come to understand what we must do next and next and next   until things become quiet for a while or until there is no next.    and i understand that i need to go further in understanding how to Continue with these thoughts above.   right now, they are just a little raw.   but, as it goes,  i've said it.  that helps.

the jungle of wild morning glories

the salt cedar, blooming         yet again           considered an invasive.   i wonder.

Locust pods.  this year,  in more abundance than i have ever seen them before.      ?

the kids and i think of it as the Snake Tree.  this is not true color, but the sky is overcast and the lighting odd, so i just made it a little odder.  it's things like this that i "look to" in this work of trying to understand Continuing 
 
 

 
 

 

 

i honestly don't know any way to put the thoughts and feelings into words.   they are not about any one specific thing or event, but what feels to me like a kind of blur of things and events.   and i am reminding myself that it might just be August.  and i think i will let it seep into tomorrow, even though that would be the 3rd day of September and then  just let it all go and begin anew on Sunday. 

so i'll show you here something that i have been looking at a lot.  holding a lot.  moving around,  a lot.  putting one next to the other.  piling them all up.  putting them back and taking them out again.

this         array        of scraps came in two relatively small, deceptively small,  string pots from Deb Lacativa.  the pots have little tails…can you see them?  they are the most beautiful muted colors,  but inside each were the most surprising pieces.   i have spent a lot of time with these pots and their scraps since they arrived.  just being amazed.

 

 

so many just seemingly small things,   ………….  if You were here, i could show you

the piece across the top:           this, from Deb Lacativa.  it is so beautyFull that i can't photograph it's full beauty.   as i am nearing finishing the stitching on the circle,  i find myself eyeing this piece of cloth.    how will i stitch it to retain it's integrity as is but also meld it into the cloth as a whole???

that place from 4 to 6 oclock….all it wanted was a piece of the Glow from the top…perfect.

 and late in the evening is the good time for the Kantha stitching around the edges.  to strengthen it for the many fingers that will touch. 

 
 

the stitching has taken over.  

and there needs to be something more between 4 and 6 oclock.  i'm waiting to know.   but, i found out that there will be many small birds.

 

 

can you see where the left tip of the dark night scrap has taken the bottom tip of the dawn sky into it's mouth??????          and then, over on the far right,  there is just that oh so small piece of orange  fringing out from under the sliver of the universe????

and then,  see the small piece, smaller than a postage stamp, of the violet…just an accidental scrap that got placed there because i didn't want to lose it,  but with no intention at all that it would "go" there,  then, seeing it there this morning,      causing crazy love again…….  how perfect and how  design designs itsSelf sometimes?????

so….this is a 7 inch span of the West Rim of the circle on this latest Wendy cloth.  it is a whole world to me in the moment.  

 

 
 

 

 

i'm not sure exactly what caused the crack in the This Is How It Is,  but there's a crack and a bright light shining through.    suddenly, i am re~considering a lot of things.    one of the biggest is my     Stuff. 

today i gave my fiber optic Our Lady of Guadalupe to my neighbor Margie.   that was a biggie.

then, i vacuumed the futon couch and went out to the Albatros (huge shed) and brought in 4  six foot quarter rounds and put them across the length of the futon couch.   i put the nice  large dog cushion in a central place and also the two big end pillows from the couch.   plenty of lounging space for one normal and 3 midget dogs.  nice.  as nice as the couch.  tomorrow i'll bring in the denim cover i made from the clothesline and place it UNDER the 6 ft. quarter rounds until the dogs get the drift,  which might mean maybe forever….but oh well to that part. 

and then,  i began looking at all the books.   actually, there are only some out of the original many.  but i'm looking at them.  thinking library book sale. 

and what i am about to show you might end up being what we might consider as the heirlooms of this life, after all is said and done,  with the exception of one more book which will be Jude's.

Second Skin  arrived today.   it is so much more than i had even imagined it might be.       so,  these two and then Judes  when it  manifests itself.   3 books.  the heirlooms.  otherwise,  however it goes.  but these three for sure. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i took a zillion and this is as good as it's gonna get.  sometimes i have the patience for it, sometimes i don't

and then, today is my mom's birthday,   her first since she died.   i usually call her.   so, next best i thought was getting out her sewing machine.

 
 

i thought it might be important for some reason to document what's at the bottom of the pots when all is said and done.

the caste iron pot.  things tend to kind of rot in this pot….become gooey.  but i wish you could see the almost crystalized almost metalic glint.  so curious of what that is………….

the most beautiful, this is the copper pot.  they are so dry, like parchment, really, but retain their shape and also this beautiful intertwined circle 

the aluminum pot.  i like this shape.  kind of a bird 

 

thrift shop lately has been a little predictable.  natural linen.  some silk.  actually a very beautiful man's silk shirt…..BUT,  this week we have these:

this shirt/jacket is corderoy.  i have not owned anything corderoy in YEARS and i don't love the color, BUT, the double yoke is just so great and unusual….am wondering how i can change the color????????  and then        this so totally great very used denim skirt…with these gussets!!! i think that's what we call them?…i sewed a thread through and wounding it on the beam so you can see…. but…hmmm…it's for a tall woman, which would not be me….i could wear it as a dress, really, if i sewed on spagetti straps…and it has a waistband and a zipper, so…how do i shorten it???  if i cut it shorter at the bottom, i will lose the beautiful effect of the gussets???????????         and then:

an amazing wool blanket.  amazing for a couple reasons, the first being that it is two colors.  and it appears that the two seperate colors of wool were "felted" together?  i've never seen a blanket like this.   and then, look at the binding…it is SO worn….but, when removed, it's just this totally wonderful fragment…worn, but not weak.  what on earth could have worn those edges like this?  and then

what is one woman's pale is an other's Perfection.      These from Deb Lacativa arrived today.  i sit and stare at them, holding them, looking back and front and see so so so much in them.   And already one piece is perfect for the cloth for Wendy's kids…for that horizontal piece across the top.   Perfect.  

so it's a very good day and on the horizon a storm makes its presence known and the Mocking Birds are pretending to be the little finches that are coming for the sunflower seeds.  Life is Good. 
 

 

 

up this morning early in the still dark to have some good chunk of time without the whirring sound of the fan and cooler.      and in this dark with the only light being this screen i am in New York City at a reading of Lydia Davis.  and then i go on to an email (!) interview~  she and The Believer.   and i realize how firmly i had shut that door to the part of me that "wrote" and loved looking at how others place and arrange      words.    and this was good to know.

but the best was next.   the coffee ready, i sat down in the "morning chair", turned on the sewing light which is nicely dim at this time of day and began the ritual of sorting through thoughts and feelings of this day in August, 2011  and there                  whipping around under the lamplight were two           FLIES              and at first i was incensed……   i am so sick of flies, they just won't QUIT

but because, i am sure, because of having gone to New York already and attended this poetry reading,  and thought about translating Proust or whoever,   it suddenly occurred to me that those two flies were just                        having fun          that they were doing really very funny things      flying in amazingly acrobatic forms     disappearing and reappearing  in the envelopes there   jumping on eachother from behind the highlighter pen               they were FUNNY!

so…thanks, Michelle.  who'dve guessed.