Spirit Cloth

she is becoming green

She is missing parts but mother nature has helped her keep going.  Mended in green.  If you are a regular reader here, you know HER by now.


So much rain.  The garden transformed in my absence.



Sage has gone wild. A whole hill full.


The grapes need a fence.  Today's activity.



Gladiolas are new this year,  from Mom's garden. 

The sudden heat and moisture  caused the butter-crunch lettuce to bolt  too fast.   But there she Was.

I drew the face in so you could see how it seemed to me.

Almost Summer.  My days in the garden here are so few and precious now.  I am going to stay outside all day.

Gardening  is like stitching.

For Acey and a thank you for that seedhead....

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Collision

I am focused on one corner of this piece...  a place where tradition  has collided with  some outside force.   A newness.    It is a meeting place that helps define  both  parts  in terms of  change, redefinition.  I think about this a lot.   How things seem to collide yet actually move though one another.   Occupying the same space. It has occurred to me lately that  redefinition might be a lot less about  identifying difference and a lot  more about recognizing and absorbing the consciousness of oneness.

 I am on my way back home. 

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.

how

How slowly true and deep vision evolves.  That is what I was thinking .  And how selling work often means letting it go before it is done.  Ripe.  How confusing everything seems to me today.  I am home.  Staring.  Ready for a pizza and wine ceremony.

This piece continued from here.

Some old moon

This piece,  continued from here,   is still developing.  I have lost track of time really.   But it is always the same moon,  just a different point of view.   It slowly changes.  With my mood.  
I also began a piece I will call Flower moon.

I've been doing that.  Focusing on one moon at a time.  What if I just worked on one piece and layered one moon over another? Make it all one thing.  Maybe.  Maybe next year.  I am sure I will still be weaving across moons by then.  And losing track of time.  ( this piece has developed a bit since this post)

Thank goodness for season.

I am going outside on this first day of May to plant some more reminders.