Spirit Cloth

doodle Thursday

It is always interesting to discover the order in nature,   the nature of order.  The nature of a thought.   I will be back home on Tuesday.  After so long.   I miss my home.   The Man.  But not thought.   Funny how thought travels with you.   It is at home wherever you are.

A rainy day...

Couldn't help but notice the umbrella star was formed by multiple pairs of wings.   And the persistent pain of a turned ankle.   And mom's labored breathing. And everything really.  Noticing it all.   But with some heightened sense of appreciation. I hope I explained that right.   Actually, I have always been obsessed with that.   Explaining it right.   Hoping that might be possible.  What else is there really. ?

Tired

 

Tired ... but not really tired from stitching.  Trying to be here as best I can....because that's what I do.  The back of the Wind robe will be very special.  Because I am stitching through something...

Time. Cloth.

Days are passing here at Mom's , with plenty of time to stitch, but not much to say about it.   I look forward to being home for a few hours tomorrow.  For now,  (the) Wind (robe) is my home away from home.