windthread

What if

 

i dyed strands of this to use on that little
Girl Scout Loom?
what is it called,?,??
knitcroshene or something?
cotton crochet thread...

weavers

 

 

this is beside the front door.
i am watching Jude's small plain girlscout loom. thinking.
these belts belonged to Dora, an extraordinary woman who
has been gone from this plane for a long time. she was
tiny, had a snow white french twist held in place with
a silver comb. she was a Tai Chi Master. there was a
period of time when we needed to wait together in a very
large room with floor to ceiling windows across an expanse
of a wall. at night. outside was a woods and pond and often
the moon. beautiful hard wood floors, no furniture.
space.
Dora would practice her forms while waiting. i would sit on
the floor and watch. she most often wore her black tai chi
jacket and pants. was her "uniform for living" like my denim
jumpers are. was then in her 80's. sometimes her sleeve
would ride up with a elegant and silent gesture and i could
see the numbers tattooed on her wrist from Auschwitz.
she wore these belts that stood out against the black jacket.
there would be two of her...her, and the reflected her in the
windows.
in the second picture, i saw that someone had woven an egg
case. i like that.

what if i

 

didn't want it to make "sense"? what if i just
stitched, without knowing anything at all?

a Sunday

 

i have to chase the dogs off the couch everytime i want to see my progress.
i love each and every part of this...have earnestly invisible basted
all seams flat. even that.
there is nothing about this process that i have an urge
to
hurry
through.
there is a steady, concentrated rhythm to it all.

the corner where i talk to You

 

i looked at the couch and it occured to me that i
could show you (me) the space right to the right
where i do all this sending

this one

 

 

from Cloth to Cloth I
it wants more

for Wendy's children

 

 

 

i know these have been here before, but i want them all together. tomorrow they will
fly away in the mail to Wendy Golden-Levitt who works with children in Toronto.
The request for the "window hanger" came via her, from one of the children who
saw the "installation" i had hung on my own window when some of the older
children were looking at Jude's blog and then at other blogs on her side bar.
She related strongly with the swirling wind and the feathers, which are feathers
from Jude. She said to Wendy "hey there is this person who makes stuff from wind and
that textile stuff we use. she makes it see through but not really. she's got
these feathers stuck on where the light comes in and she sewed in some wind
when it was swirling."
and it all flowed from there.
during the time of my work in Jude's Spirit Cloth workshop and then
the Patchwork Beasts, there were two other occurances of very separate
but simultaneously arising shared imagery in two other girls' healing work and
in my cloth making; the Raven and the Lizard. This amazed us all, was
hard to imagine happening, but it did and tomorrow i will send all three.
I am so honored that these three girls and i "see the same". there is
a second window in the studio and i will make one more window hanger and
am so awed by the opportunity to offer these. as Wendy said in one of
her emails..."in Wonder at the Mystery of it All".

synchronicity again

 

in keeping with the conversation on Spirit Cloth yesterday,
when i stopped by the mailbox, this was what had arrived.
interesting.

this is it.

 

 

 

there is the urge to think of more little things to add.
that it is "not enough". too plain.

but i won't. yesterday, looking for something else entirely,
i came across this bell in one of the bead tins.
i picked it out and looked at it for a long time, listened
to it's clear little tone. put it back.
and it all progresses this way:
~somewhere in the dream during the night, i am making something
with the bell.
~this morning, i see jude's jar.
~finishing the Wind strands, i am compelled to go find the bell, the
strand of magic thread, and
~the feeling that sometimes happens when dream and awake realities
cross, begins. i have no way to describe that feeling but the
closest i can come is that it is like some kind of vertigo.
a physical sensation.

and so, this is it.

life

 

today it is the Nigerian Dwarf Dairy Goats at the New Mexico State Fair.
then, home, trying to work on the Window Hanger and my across the road neighbor calls, all wild,
a snake is in her livingroom.
off i go.
frightened little young snake, back and forth...under couch, under chair
i throw a dish towel over it, cuddle it up, carry out and then have to shoo it across the yard to the
weeds.
Dear it. seemed tired and needing rest.

it was very pretty.