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]

trafalgar

popped up as his name.



immediately thought of my ex husband's uncle tragabalas. he was shot like 30-something times and lived. 'bullet eater'.



trafalgar
arabic
one meaning 'the cave'
poetic meaning 'edge of the deep' (taraf-al-ghawr)
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used the grab bag method for this one...

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.]

receptacles

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.

facing a beast

yesterday i went back to look at the beast class. so happy i did. a door opened up.



the nieces gasped when they saw her. they kept coming over asking questions about her.



i copied jude's faces. i think i will look up some 'how-to's' on drawing basic facial expression. fun!

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.

lit the way

following that star.



the day before my trip here, this star floated into my head. all the way here, i thought of how to make it.



shining on...

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.

barely there

the light is different here. softer. i can't seem to get a feel of it for the camera.



even though i only started this yesterday, this seems to be speaking slowly and softly. i keep adding more stitches and they are absorbed into the pale.

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.

so

i post these.





haven't been able to do much for the beast class and these aren't ironed, but...





i did the butterfly early in the morning with no pattern. i cut and stitched it by feel and hand. it is very wonky.

on the time cloth i've done some quilting on the bottom part. i've started feeling it in a more personal way. i noticed some parts have changed from what i originally saw them to be. i realized to let them be as they wanted. i removed a section since it didn't seem to fit, which was good.

*in spite of life, live*

even though i can't

concentrate, i'm gonna make this post.



my chaotic life has been even more so for the past weeks.



involved: visiting family, sickness, mistaken identity, ig'nant police, ig'nant ex, son-father struggles, sleep deprivation + worry, etc



right now as i type this, i am interrupted at least every 5 or 6 words typed. sick niece at foot of my bed and my LOUD family has boundary issues... hahahahha



it's been like this for the past several weeks. a hermit either a) wants to escape b) wish all this didn't bother me c) have a beer many beers



did not get to finish embellish for the spirit cloth class. it makes me very sad. but i had to let something go or i was going to self-destruct.



i was just able to start looking at posts at the class and man, what everyone's done is AMAZING. to see the way everything has progressed for everyone. the process of the mind is just boggling and beautiful. i really REALLY appreciate being able to be a part of everyone's process that shared.



i will be continuing the learning here and i will also be in the patchwork beasts starting tomorrow.