Pulled Across Moons is a good name I think. I like this one very much.
And it is raining again. And then it will snow. And rain. And then snow again. With a little rain mixed in. December soup. I think there might be some sun on Friday. Soul-o hid my little Solstice Cloth. When I find it I will talk about it.
Seasons are passing so quickly. One turning into another. Lives lived. Lessons learned.
This morning, the last of the dyepot(poet) water. Continuing. With an older idea, the more intentional ecoprint. Considering again, the redefinition of patchwork. Without seams. I'v been hovering here for a while now, show and tell soon. This time and once again inspired by the ever InspirationalIndia Flint. It is out of place for me to teach this. For an introduction to bundling. You might consider this. Learn. Respect. Support. And take it from there. Which is the gentle natural order of things. At least in my (unwritten) book.
Today, I noticed and loved how the morning light made a little story more obvious. How cloth can soften hard lines simply by the way it falls. Because it can.
I thought again how cloth softens me. How that has happened. How I might learn again from that.
The curtain climber is wild today. Must be the wind.