A few days back. This one. The one that left an impression.
Because of the simple way it presents shift. How small things begin. How apparent they might become simply through quiet persistence.
But remembering what mom used to say all the time. Mostly about the quiet kids in her class. Still waters run deep. That is what she used to say. It's an old proverb of course implying that a quiet or placid manner may conceal a more passionate nature. But I always remember it. In some visual ways.
And so when I turned this over. Oh! movement. So taken with the arrangement created by the folding back I thought I might try piecing that. First I did a drawing (a drawing that will generate much more than this). Just a sketch of some of the different sections as they happened. Simplifying them as block like designs. And then of course redrawing them onto a square, that basic square size I have been using for 9 (still paperless piecing). The pieces were tiny, but I thought I'll try one, which was tedious. (Probably I'll change the scale before I do some others.) I persisted. Stitched it without contrasting thread to emphasize the thread that already ran through it.
I moved to the thread, I felt, sensed it. How the thread MOVES through it. Many deep things rose to the surface. And we have Nine for the Thread that Moves Through It*. It's all here for me. Patchwork. Nine. Line. Weave. Stitch. Thread. And how I might continue.
There was some late night reinforcing of center. Holding can be a simple and beautiful thing with no other agenda. Today's nine is a basket holding nine again. By a thread. Note to self: Stay true to your holding and you may grow into a magic vessel. Hold more without taking up any more space.
I like how I've divided space and filled it at the same time. The form that has resulted holds so much. How broken apart and mended is a symbol of strength. Resource. Just Going. Heart. Hope. Truth. How it might happen, becoming more, dream catching, gathering, inspiration, kindness, magic, oneness, patience, placekeeping, problem solving, redefinition, sense, transformation, trust, usefulness, weathering the storm, what if. So many things I hold dear. Keep me sane.
As if beginning again I make this post today. I ask myself where am i?
Early June. As if Summer, even though officially not yet, as the sense* of things takes over the established method of determining where I am.
A lot of rain and the roof is again green. Not good for the roof they say. But good for me. Feels right as rain.
The garden is a bit less this year. Mostly edibles. Just enough. And a patch of Japanese indigo. All the other dye plants I use simply grow wild here. My son built the brick steps long ago. The little dinghy (small boat) was here when I moved in. The previous owners had a big boat. I need to move it away from that tree. Maybe use it as a planter. The sticks there collected over winter will be used for trellising. We've put up a new compost bin to keep the animals away from the table scraps. I've built good earth here. I wonder if that will be a selling point for this old land. Most here don't care about that much.
The gentle slope to the right was cleared this past season. We mow it now every so often as it fills with tall weeds. It drops steeply off into a ravine. Keeping it cut low has reduced the mosquitoes. But offered a path for the deer. You can catch a glimpse of the Jeep parked under a tree and also the road out. It is a private road shared by 3 other neighbors. But we own it. It is dirt and that is not popular.
*Sense. I might say sense is very much the thread that runs through me at the moment. I use it to hold it together.
The spider plant in the studio. Out of focus because I was too close.
I am here, meaning here on the blog for the summer. I've retired my presence on Facebook, Instagram, etc for a few months. Maybe forever. There are many changes coming. And I am practicing for less exposure. Undoing the addiction for attention which sometimes I don't even realize is plaguing me. I think we all have that to a certain degree but internet blows it out of proportion. Since my focus has shifted from selling stuff, everything thing else has shifted as well. Reach has taken on new meaning. I imagine it more like a thread.
This old rotting Adirondack chair has been rescued from the garden, The legs cut mostly off because they were almost gone. It has been sanded and coated with varnish. It is very close to the ground. I like sitting close to the ground. And getting in and out of it is great exercise.
I prepared 9 white squares for Sanity. My way of starting over. Which, it seems, I do a lot more than I ever realized. Perhaps the never ending quest for simpler times.
The Corner. This is where I use the computer now. Mostly when the sun is gone. It just so happens, so far, there is no sun today.
So the corner. I softened it to make it look more romantic.
I'll hang some cloth there.
Today is a dark day. The sun seems blue. I picked up this old fling fragment while looking for something else. This was created using a technique I call Cut Away Applique(I've added that to the Feel Free Index). Which really turns applique into patchwork. A great way to get a curved piecing effect. Somewhere, sometime, I dipped it into a fading indigo vat. which gave it a nice tonal effect. It is pinned to the perpetual grid cloth which has become my design wall. I am going to stitch on this one over the weekend. Cut Away Applique, it rhymes like a small song poem.
Yesterday I came across a piece of my work posted on someone's Facebook page. As if it wasn't mine. Why would you do that? (I probably know the answer to that) I guess that is why folks don't post their work on Facebook. Or around much. Well I'll be damned if selfish folks will ruin my heart. Here I stand, Feeling Free. Undeterred. So there. Fooey on You-ey. I am not like you.
Outside my window I swear I hear a small bird singing... Bernie... Ber-nie.
It's not politics, just an impression.
I'm thinking more about blogging lately. It should be a document of who you are. Not a marketing scheme. A website can be that. This is not that.
So, I notice again, one thing ran into another really. And I have much to mull over. And I need to collect my thoughts about the running stitch again. Time to build the page for that over at Feel Free.
And I couldn't help but notice this old puppet, hanging in between dark and light. In the corner of the loft where this computer now sits. And at least if I decide to be here during the day, I have to run up and then down the stairs to accomplish that. And now, since the Man is away, I will run the lawn mower to mulch the weeds that threaten to overtake the berry patch. It's hot out there but the sweat will do me good.