Spirit Cloth

Interesting

 

 

today

i noticed

bird tracks

look like birds flying

 

 

 

Coming and Going

 

I have named him Tang.  He may just  stop by  but  what if that's  ok.   He stops by a lot.  He likes cantaloupe.  And so do we. This circling ceremony is quite soothing.  A kind of measuring.  Holding.  And then redefining.  Tang seems a seasoned place-keeper.   Slow. Steady.  And very orange.

Good Morning December

I was at Mom's yesterday.  She needs someone there most of the time now.  Although my brother helps a lot,  my days are  way too full.   My back hurts.   The house is a mess.   I am scattered.   Sometimes just putting a few scraps together makes me feel more together.  I enjoy the sense  that all those little separate bits are still  one somehow.   That pieces of a story that fell apart can be put back together in some useful way.  The sun rose warm like a promise this morning.    The view is more open through the storm thinned trees.   It is almost like some trees fell down to give me  a  sense of space and a better view of the old sea.    I suppose any change is a gift of new vision.   It is a December walking day.   Now where did I put my shoes?

Leaves and

A pocket to gather them in.  Along with a few walnuts.  
Shelter is all about season, isn't it?

Today we will go walking.

Walking, even though you can fly