windthread

i don't know what to call this....

 

i am
almost tongue tied.
how does someone celebrate their birth day when it finally does come?
arranging small pieces of cloth over and over and over until she finally
pours herself a cup of wine and begins to say thank you.
i want to THANK YOU ALL for the very real and great importance you have taken in
my life this year. your interest, encouragement and very real Beingness for me.
i think i have said this before, but it merits repeating...when i talk about
this blog, about your blogs, about the whole Spirit Cloth world, people comment
that it is as if i actually "know" you all, as in have met, face to face....
i feel we have. we have met cloth to cloth/heart to heart and it is very REAL.

so, here i am. i have realized in these last days, giving it all a lot of
attention, that i had indeed internalized some thought forms about what it means
to reach 65 years. how i had internalized something about what that might mean
i guess according to my american culture. that you get to uhhhh, maybe slow down?
you get to begin to ummm, tone down and get golden? hmmmm. as i said before,
fine tune?
well...
i have always been what you might say is "my own person". this has been both
positive and in certain ways, not so much, but it seems as if stuff is just wanting
to keep on coming.
it's been a year now, since i found Spirit Cloth. a year my birthday. i look
forward to continuing, the deepening, strengthening of all of it and i thank
you, all my cloth sisters, and most, i thank you
Jude.

don't make any comments yet, i am just looking

 

i have gone through all the comments for this and the last cloth and want to
respond to them...i will, maybe tomorrow.
but for this moment,
YVETTE: the question...what will we do with them? well, for me, i learn still.
it still is so hard for me, when i know that the mountains are "there", but
"there" makes it too crowded, top heavy, and it is so HARD for me to put the
mountains somewhere that they aren't...
or, even harder,
leave them out altogether????? eeee.

so i learn about this cloth making. have FAR to go......

but, all day, and i have only gotten this far.

WELL...
this comes in response to Deb G ~

remember, i was going to say something about something, the something having to do
with a birthday...
well, i decided that i had nothing to really say.
but then, Deb G said what she did
and
here i am...saying something.
it's kind of about clotheslines.
Everywhere i have lived, even if it were only for a few months, i have strung
a clothesline. i just like them.
and here, i had thought i would be forever. i had thought
i would be
hone
ing
my self
my life
here.
maybe not.
this year, when one would think that now begins the time of uhhhhh,
"fine tuning" a self, well
might not be so. might be a year of making an entirely
different life?
my daughter has proposed the thought of creating a place where all of the family,
my spawn,
might gather in the near future or in the long run
with the least compromise
and funny, because the "least compromise" is not about me, because i am the only
one who LOVES new mexico.
so....i may be setting up a new clothesline one of these days in the near future,
or the middle future. i think not the Far future, but who knows.

not thinking what it is, is enough

 

i spent a lot of time not wanting it
to be the clothes line. but it IS
the clothes line.
and once i let it be the clothes line
then, First Bird could come.

experimental surprise

 

 

 

i drew on this gourd i grew, maybe 10 years ago?
it is one of my favorites, not because i did so
well with the design, but because of the "scar"
on the back of it's perfect shape. looking at
the scar, i just began to draw the fish, which had
nothing to do with anything.

i am sitting with this cloth this morning, "asking"
for that same experimental mind

TaDa!

 

finished.

another reason

 

many things about this year of my
life...
this arrived the other day from Marti,
Fieldlady...who for so long would comment
on nance/nandas' and my cloth work but always
adding that she did not do such things.
What she has always given us through the
years are beautiful photographs and beautiful
words telling of her meanderings through
fields and down wooded paths, her collecting
of the "sacred ordinary" and placing these
twigs and blooms, pods and leaves joyfully
in her home.
When India's book Eco Colour first was available
here, i immediately knew it was going to
become a necessity for me, and then i
suddenly knew the larger reason and was lucky
enough to get two copies. Since receiving the
book, Marti the field lady has become
EcoColorista Supreme, creating some of the
most delicate and elegant cloths with found
and thrifted materials. i have been seeing them
as it all has unfolded over the months in
photographs she has shared but the other day
a package arrived and here, oh here, an
array of such amazing generosity.

it's about to begin

 

 

 

and i am ready.
Jude Hill's Cloth Whispering

how amazing to write the words.

the notebook is set, pens, pencil

an opportunity of a life~time

she who watches me

 

just above the computer screen, webbed
to the little lamp, actually, a web
on her eyebrow
O'keeffe

she monitors my earnestness

making a world

 

 

this morning

 

i put the little scraps that were along with the two packets of cloth that
i got from
Deb Lacativa. (One was called Swamp Thing)
(i like the cloth and i like its name)
put those scraps in a bowl of water because they
were all squinched in one of her little crocheted pots...
then made a little scrap line for them to dry.
it looked like a party. you know, how you get the
house all ready for company, everything in place and
then once the party begins, it's all everywhere?

maybe today was a kind of birthday party.