Spirit Cloth

a road well traveled

It's raining.

I changed my mind about a lot of things yesterday, so there is a new picture here.  I lost the little thing I planned to give a way so Poof to that.  And all the comments that don't fit to this post anymore.

Have a good weekend, be back Tuesday.

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Just another Square of Wear

 

More scraps of Self

 

Honored.

 

In the process of lessening,  I have tried to make things useful  if I could.  Before discarding them. Or giving them away.   And instead of just saving them somewhere out of view.  Formalizing  scraps of self  into works in cloth   changes them from wants to needs in a way.  At least temporarily  enhancing my vision. Like  creating Windows to the past.  And looking through them  to learn from them.   Having them right there as reminders.  In full view.  In the context of today.  So many stories to tell myself here. 

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Rethinking  the Threadcrumbs concept.

How age might transform us

 

 

Mom has taken on the appearance of an old tree.  Old trees are quite beautiful in their own right.  After weathering many storms.  For Mother's Day I am going to patch the big hole in her old quilt. With scraps of self.

old and new paths

I need to be away for a few days.  With Mom.  I have my sidewalk cloth , a little something  that formed over at Diaries.  A new path I seem to be on.  To honor the time-worn ones. 

I am looking forward.  And back.    Hanging out in between.  Funny how that place between the two is always a new place.

See you later...

 

Space doodling

Sometimes we might look at floating as an expression of Separate-ness.  But in the natural order of things  it is really more about One-ness I think.   Like Soup.   So I think (for the moment anyway) it is a natural thing to want to wander off.  To become part of everything rather than just you own narrow little place.