Spirit Cloth

the first time

 

Last night, right before a big rain and a huge wind, there was a white sunset.  Never remember that.  Maybe it struck me because I have been thinking about white a lot.  Looking for it.  That white band  just reminded me of the emptiness than can move through us. Sometimes.  Like, well, not nothing, but nothing we can recognize.

I couldn't sleep after thinking that.  So I lay there for a while and then got up and  drew this while it was still doodle Wednesday.  

And then I fell into a dream. Which I can't remember.

I find it useful to record first impressions if I can.  Before considering  too much. 

Looking through Wind

 

 

The What-iffers and I , we have spent a bit of time slowly thinking about white, the sense of it, as light and  looking through.  Cloth as a dream state.   I am caught in  the thought  this morning that something as  invisible as wind has come to have a texture.  Still as light as a feather....

The Wind robe has been a curtain these last days,  but it is a Summer Robe and it might be time  to tie up some of the looser ends and prepare it for the garden strolls  that might happen if  the chill ever leaves this part of the woods.   This chill is lingering a bit too long.  Even the most practiced grow impatient.

a scrap of white

Carried by the wind no doubt.

Love this.

More wind

With gusts at 65 mph early this morning,  we huddled in the memory of the last storm.   Wind in the dark.   The song of the wind has changed  as it moves Across the water.  And then unobstructed   by missing trees.    There is more of  a warning of its coming.   Luckily only parts of trees have fallen here this time.   

I have placed a new wind catcher on the back of the Wind robe.    An ancient  wiser fringe.    I have renamed this  robe, that Dances in Sympathy with Wind,  Across and Through.  It moves  with it.

I will not be saying much here and around the web for most of February.  Taking care of Mom,  finishing part 1 of Diaries,  and this robe  among other things.      Things are a bit confused at the moment,  but with Spring will come that seasonal clarity.   New beginnings.    

I will update my newsletter mid-month to keep you posted about goings on.    Thanks for hanging in there with me.

Wind on Thursday

I continue to work on the Wind Robe  over at Diaries.    There is a cold wind blowing outside.  The winds of change are   right here with me  as some plans have been revised to accommodate life.   Mom has that little saying pinned up on the kitchen wall for as long as I remember.   Life is what happens when you are making plans.   Reminders don't work.  We always forget.     But Life remains.   Showing us.  Being there is the best reminder.  

So. Less things is better.   Simplifying was on my mind anyway.    One thing.     That might be more that one thing.  There is always a beauty in that.  

Today the can I use for some of my dyeing became my pencil holder.    That works.  When  the can is in the dye pot,  I will simply do a bit of sketching.  

Spirit Cloth Diaries part 2 is now What if Diaries part 1.  The series is permanent.    The place where I will be sharing  and going  if you want to join me.  Each 6 month segment stands alone.   And well, the What if Blog,  don't know yet.

There is a cold wind blowing and I am considering a wool robe.   To wear over this one.   One over the other,  another instance where  1 + 1 = 1.    A perfect pair-ing.