Spirit Cloth

Travelling Well

In the Spirit of Going/Knowing, I stitched on this yesterday, all day.

While patiently waiting for someone else, anyone, to tell me what I already knew.  And this morning, by lamplight, reflecting on how often that actually happens. The sense of things before the words come. I am going to relax into wordlessness for a bit.  To renew my sense of things. This is something.

 

For Michelle

We will miss you.

Big Thread

I dyed some string. Big Thread.

I lost myself in the deep pool of thought again.

Now free, this one has become it's own deep pool of thought.

I tied it to a tree. 

Been a bit distracted, trying to find Michelle. She's been missing from my internet world since the 21st, which seems odd. Especially Facebook where I am used to seeing multiple posts per day. Maybe her computer died. But she has not called me and has not answered my emails or responded to phone calls. So I guess I am worried. Because I we love her.

How it Might Just Happen

Evolution in a Deep Pool of Thought.

Not sure I should spoil this moment by saying anything else. 

Except I removed the background in the photo, just to see it this way.