change
this off, that on.
maybe.
in this moment:
a moon
copper stars
silk carrier rod cacoon bottom right, kimberly baxter packwood
wind
i need Cloth Whispering
and yes, the third layer, blue cloth is
a gift, some months back, from Twhich Aye
we will rest for a while.
16 comments:
now there is really spirit moving through!
nandas...do you think???
Why????
yes, nandas is right. all that 'wispyness'. love the butterfly/moth with the magic thread. it's lookin good.
deanna...YES! it is
a
butterfly/moth
now, more moth~ie
have been to your blog about
the Huston event...will go back.
wow
the wispy silk gauze carries the movement of the spirits within it. the moth / butterfly is moving up that spirit trail.( i really don't know the difference between them but this seems more like a moth somehow) the colors you have chosen are (for me) a link to the spirit.. blues and hints of green with a touch of the red and orange. since you used the blue with a tinge of green in it fabric as an under fabric, you have wisely put the spirit in a greenish cast, as is the moon. then the moth has a bit of green too... all the layers tie together now. that was a brilliant choice on your point. the colors are in harmony with the person and sun using a bit of red orange.... along with the coppery stars. the bit of cocoon on the bottom holds the eye as a cloud does with its billowy form... another thing of spirit....maybe what the spirit trails. this may not make any sense to you but it is how i see it... i could go on but there are only so many characters you are allowed...i will wait for a new stitch or two... i will say that the person depicted here is one of the ones who knows spirits.
nance~~~ THANK you for all this...
i need to read it and look, read
it and look.
i love all these words..i have
none, about the Why of things.
it is good to learn some of the
Why.
Thank you, SO much for your
thoughtFull ness
Oh this is a glorious one...she is moving and dreaming. And right...the wispyness and moth-ness. I remember from long ago an essay by Jung, I think, about the song of the moth...this evokes that...
Ritual - holding up the cloth to the wind and receiving...spirit. Whether you did this or not grace, I did it symbolically for you yesterday. Winds were fierce, and it was cold but I held up the cloth you sent re the invisible baste and asked for the continual blessing of spirit to enfold you. And I come here this morning and Nance has felt that spirit as have others and I know that it has nothing to do with my ritual and everything to do with what you birth in your cloth.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes has this line at the end of her Wolves book, in the afterword of story as medicine: "In the most basic ways there is a spirit, both holy and whole behind our age-old rituals;and we tell stories when we are summoned by their covenant with us, not vice versa".
So on this most special month, your birth month, continue to listen to the "summons" from the wind, the land, your history, your heart, your soul for we await the stories that come from your cloth.
Grace! like your name, your doll glides with grace upon the cloth. you must be feeling such peacefulness with your birthday, memories and the "now"
. . . here comes the purple morning sky!
every element seems to be flying in this one.
When I saw this cloth first thing this morning, I thought "This is all about finding your wings." I didn't write anything then because I was wondering if more would come to me. It hasn't, except that I can sense a feeling of spirit on this one as other's have expressed. But, I still feel like it's saying "find your wings and soar".
;~) Debi
Marti..i don't think any of our
rituals, our prayers, our "requests" ever stand alone...
i think they find others like them
and gain energy. thank you so
for your wind work and for
remembering so clearly Wolves words.
much love to you
Debi..wings. spirit. it seems
that i am being taken back some
years, looking at who i was then,
why i changed, what can be brought
forward.....
Suzanna...
moving and dreaming and
making
to me are all the same
Cristina...yes, the sky this
morning...it was magnificant
rising behind an old Cottonwood
across the ditch...
jude ~ oh jude. we'll see what
i can do. but i have suddenly
come close to something.
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