Again, lulled back into the comforting rhythm of kantha. Into the near hypnotic motion of running stitch. Waves across the surface of cloth.
Much is held here in this cloth. Memories. Snippets and scraps. Like the oddly arranged, seemingly incongruent events of my life– held to the light. To be examined. Revered. Treasured.
Memory–like kantha– weaving the ground, holding the story, supporting the whole.
following thread 
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
and that soft slitty eyed eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
This. this gives great great Happiness
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just now watching the shadow of a deer weaving in and out of the trees, also feeling great great happiness. isn’t the world amazing
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My favorite kind of stitching. The piece has such depth as do the words. Maybe a strange coincidence, but I am working on a very similar piece. Today is a perfect day for kantha. I can stitch to the rhythm of the falling snow. 10-12″ of it. Laura
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synchronicity is so fine. so affirming. and i wish we had snow.
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Well, Patricia, I guess you need to come here. 8″ yesterday, a few more tonight and a big one on Sunday night into Monday. I can overnight some to you.
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And if wishes were fishes….
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love it!
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XO
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Kantha : looks good, feels good !
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feels soooooooooooooo good. so strong. unifying. clear. unambiguous.
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I love how the blue peeks through.
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the blue from a long ago indigo vat really brought the cloth to life.
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There is gentle beauty in your cloth and the stitches that hold it
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i will say the pic looks o.k. but in person, ooooooooooooo, pretty intense. i like your capturing of it…”gentle beauty.” many thanks Liz.
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beautiful colours
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so intense. and the interesting thing is that individually, each piece was just sort of ok. the power of becoming one…with….
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