turning of time

as i look back on this year, i realize this is just a continuation.



a hold over of baggage from a 7 year trip.



this was a year of unfolding. of reaching out. of facing fears. of hurts and of learning.



it was also a year of renewal. of remembering. that love still abides.



i buried my ownself. and it is for me to do the emerging.



so with this turning of the time, i move forward. hitching a ride with the sun awakening.

shooting / falling

star



realized i'd not done a woven 9 patch with varying fabrics



took out the little bit in the center square



when i realized she was a star



[stitched when i was sick]

this moon

has been a particularly strong one. ranting and raving. mental confusion, frustration and anger. whining, self-pity.



it was rough, but it's good she facilitated the opening of this door. i am a little embarrassed for the 'steam' leaked out (thank you for listening grace), but...



and i am back to mae. she's just mae now...



and this fire eater. i imagine he got tired of running from this fire ball. now he has turned, facing it, jaws wide open ready to eat it and see what becomes of him...
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hope everyone who celebrated yesterday had the special day they'd hoped for...

maggie mae

...the flower queen. weeper for days past, uncertain for the days to come.



she appeared right after wolf woman. maybe the flip side of the coin...

wild hair... unable to be controlled



flailing roots, planted in the ether...



and if maggie mae was a reflection of me at the time of stitching, i'm not sure it still applies. i think i've shifted a little over to the side somewhere...

grace sent me a book to read (thank you! thank you! thank you!). women who run with wolves. i can't put into words how much it is meaning to me. i think, it and grace have something alot to do with the shifting...

[used jude's crayon drawing method on the roots. amazing... with the heat, the crayons just melted into the cloth. what a feeling... so smoooth... i have so many ideas for this.]

vigilant

she sees in the night



she watches during the day



the nieces said she is a wolf woman. i had a body for her... a rose print dress, an apron with little pockets. but i got the feeling she didn't want it. so i'll let her just stay in her head for now.

in-betweens

stitched in the midst of.



over the span of.



towards the Star.

dreams

been feeling kinda strange



feeling as if i am changing. don't know if it's for the good or bad. i see myself compromising and i'm not sure if that's what i want to do.



i can feel it affecting my voice.



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[just discovered i can follow people :) i couldn't before... maybe the fix to me commenting on embeds is coming soon... hopefully?]

pressure

atmospheric. moon tides. migraines. [and a moon face :) ] is it a change from the desert to the humid coast pressing in?



been spending lots of time in the wonderful cool dark closet. finished this bag several days ago, but my aversion to light has not allowed me to post it.

point of view

after deciding to add a moon to this foundation, i thought of jude's post and developing a thought.



and taking steps away from it. it didn't have any meaning to add a moon. i just wanted to. after i got into the stitching i realized that it could mean a certain thing. a lot of certain things.



thinking of st. therese of lisieux the night before and niece brought me a gift of this beautiful sweet smelling creamy colored rose yesterday afternoon.

snuck up on me

again.



nothin like a little heat to get me off my behind. of course like last class, the end of it caught me unawares. time is a blur for me. never have been able to keep track. i got to read the other's posts here and there, but i was never really able to get into it like i'd intended. i know i missed out on some great and valuable conversations/teaching.

i believe this grass faerie's name is graciela (a form of grace?), at least that's what she told me... but i think it's more like grassiela.

i knew she was a grass faerie as soon as i realized what the wings and face were going to be cut out from, but i did not know what she was going to look like. she surprised me.



on the home front, middle son is back. he got kicked out of treatment a couple of days ago.

and i'm packing, getting ready for the move.

The cat comes out

i realized i'd not cut any wavy weaves.



did not come out as ~curvy~ as i'd imagined.



did some wavy back stitching (was really nice to do) and added some scraps colors...



got a little carried away on the stitching again... hahahahahha



mr. cat agreed to come and help me tone it down a bit.

i made his eyes and fringed up the strips edges the jude way.

not finished yet... i think a spider wants to come hang out. and the moon is looking a little stark/bare.

Moment with the Moon

a memento.



it's been pretty hectic around here. most of the hectic in my mind i'm sure. rush rush rush. conflict with slow slow slow. i feel fear when i'm rushing. fear of losing something, missing something. fear of the tic. tock.



noticed how tangible the moment/story is with one of these cloths. the thoughts jump out at me. they jump into my brain complete with feeling, ideas, problems, solutions. magic. and i did not realize how powerful that could be.



also noticed i question the quilting part of the cloth. i wonder why. fear/conflict of perfection/non performance going on in my head? after i do it though, i love it.

while stitching this, i forgot this was supposed to go on my comforter. is that yarn/vine/umbilical cord going to hold up to washing? is it gonna get all wibbly wobbly? well we'll see...

That journey

traveling the vine.



i think miss moon is camped out on my left shoulder. she's been whispering in my ear forever now.

i've had many moons like this past one and i've forgotten or wasn't aware of many many past moons. i realize (again?), this moon, however that remembering/knowing helped/helps me to ride it out.



the journey a symmetrically imperfect tangled vine. it's not straight, but it's not too scary either. just enough curve to sway me from one side to another and jostle me around a bit, if i'm smiled upon. it's a vine growing from emotions fueled by a clear or cloudy perspective.

i put the quarter moons together using jude's paperless piecing video. i tried it out last week on some entsy teensy squares for practice and the stitchin felt really good. it forced me to hold the pieces in my hands in such a way that produced really good sturdy control.

now to add some words and other stuff?.

Just a little SUNthing...

:indian summer:

i've been feeling a little sketchy here lately. can't quite get back around to center. been traveling around in circles, missing the midpoint. the one theme/thread running through my scattered thoughts... to make a pad to remind me when i'm gifted with the prospect of another day, to wake up, relax and enjoy it. the warmth and life giving properties of the sun and the lazy days of the end of summer. lying in the grass, letting the earth move around me, not me trying to move the earth. now to do that would be great.

Moon Tide

:i hope miss mama moon is happy here on this little mishmash section of sky:

think it's pretty much finished. i'll probably add a couple of little things here and there. and it needs a binding... a thin one maybe.

it feels pretty good... it's got good weight and texture for the hands/touch. i freehand stitched the lettering. i did it partly because i am purposefully skipping the aspects of sewing that are usually roadblocks to either my finishing the works, or obstructions to : flow:. i also thought the loose look may fit in here. quilting it was a good light full experience.

Mama

i think miss moon might be a plain sort, but maybe she'd like some cosmic garlands or flowers. :space flowers:



i didn't know if i was going to keep going with this scrap pad, but i think i will. maybe i'll hang her in the kitchen when i'm done/satisfied. a kitchen moon.

Who's foolin' who...

more blue. i was just foolin' around stitching something to stitch it. it was only supposed to be the blue panel. playing with the blues. and i'd put it away.



but i see mama moon everywhere. and i thought she might like to be on a patchwork night sky. i think she deserves a crown and the wind at her feet. under her dress are her suns waiting to be born for another day.

[dark photos in my dark room in the dark night]

full moon cloth :WARM SUM:

WARM SUM, a cloth i started on the full moon. i've stopped work on it, because the atmosphere around me changed dramatically about ?2/3rds? of the way through. it is a free stitch cloth. i had no design plans when i began it, only to use the running stitch as the main method (kantha). i intentionally stitched non-uniformly just to see what would happen and to keep the flow going.

the cloth is an old purse lining i never utilized. i did not cut it into shape. i stitched it up as it was, folding it over on itself to make 4 layers. the material is unwashed muslin and i'm wondering if i should've laundered it beforehand. well it may give it more interest if i wash after i am done. no use to cry over that spilled milk...