Spirit Cloth

Gather together in peace

Maybe dance and sing a bit as well.   Or just imagine that.  That's a start.  The wine champagne is extra. 

Cheers.

What home might be

Home might be as simple as a cloth  patched from scraps of self.   Shop closed,  snuggled in,  it's snowing. 

See you next year.

Through - ways

 

Sometimes going is a problem.   The way to get through things is look for  spaces, even the smallest gaps , and  connect them.  Line them up.  They form path-ways.  Ways.

There is a big moon out tonight.  It lights my Way.

Pieces of a pathway

Two new stones.  Reminding me of how I have wandered around this project for a while now.  Thank you Felicia.  For your gifts.

Enough circling.  Back to it.

This post refers to the Magic Feather Project.

Speaking from experience...

As another big wind storm is moving in, I cannot help but remember that after a big wind moves through, it leaves an ever clearer understanding of  stillness behind.  Home  is where stillness burns and keeps us warm.  At least that is what I've been thinking...

 

Into a new season

A small journey in process. 

Most likely, the beast will  survive, changed and wiser.

Celebrating new form.

Safe Journey.

Good

Good solstice to you.

May you find good reason to continue....

X

There was an  X  in the morning.  I like how it was a marking nothing in a way.  Just letting the light through.  

 

There was an  X  in the afternoon.    This is where the stump from the big tree pulled out of the ground.  We had it ground down so we could expand the garden.  I noticed the shadows from the branches above  seemed to mark the spot very clearly in the afternoon sun. 

 

Later in the day, I stitched one.  An X.  It was on my mind.  That simple mark.  Two lines paired in such a centering way.   Just a little X.   I am sure it will come in handy eventually.  There are always spots to be marked. 

I seem to have wound down.  Not in a shop mood at all.   The holidays make me dizzy.    So, I think that's it for now.   An X or two over a  glass (or two)  of  good red wine.     No big plans or news for the rest of the year.   Just letting it go.   Like it does.