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.
I am going outside to Dance with Leaves. To clear my head. To toss the compost piles. To prune the raspberries. To move some wood closer to the house. To dig onions. To mulch the garlic. To harvest walnuts and sumac. To build a bigger trellis for the grapes.
Later, a little stitching and probably a little doodling.
Meanwhile in the spirit of things, I have renamed this one Dancing with Leaves. I almost want to name everything that today. I can feel myself dancing with the lighter side of things in the coming days. Just to rock back out a little. Create some wind. I've decided to dress up for Halloween.