Spirit Cloth

Iris

She always blooms with no shame..


Glorious. As it should be.
To hell with catching up. Onward.

F l o w: To move with a continual shifting of the component particles

 

A Flower Moon cloth maturing...

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Life is a colourful circle but you have to let it happen.

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Like so many things...

Almost.

Which has come to be enough.

Yes.

 

I will be dropping some completed work into the shop over the coming days.  With a release planned for  the New Moon in July.  So much stacked up here. There is a new tab up in the top menu bar, NEW WORK and stuff, which will always take you to the new additions in the shop first. 

I am catching up a bit, and will not be  online much again until Monday. The garden needs tending,  lots of  mail unread and It is also the Man's birthday. 60! Yes I am older than him.

For those of you in Diaries, I will be working my way back over the weekend.  Gathering thoughts caught.  Thank you for your patience.

 

A week. A long week.

A week has passed  like a lifetime.

So I am back. In some way.   After finding myself with time for what?  Stitch. Quiet maybe.  Quiet was good. And the things that needed to be done.  Had to be done.  Done.  But to mourn?  No.  I do not feel sad. I can say that. It is OK.  I feel different.  Just Different.  I don't need more time to  drown in it.  Lose it. This difference.   I need to keep going.   To express it.  To celebrate it even.  To be how I am.  How I am now. Just Different.  To slowly undo a knot of emotion that might get confused with sadness.   To lay it out.  Look.  Listen.  Form something out of it. 

  Appreciate all that it is.

As my brother so elegantly put it. And I quote:

My mother died, in her own house, in her own room, in her own way, on Friday night, June 21st, at about 9PM.

Dust is the handle. It breaks from the cup.
Dream is what’s left when the rest’s folded up.

Thank you all for your emails and overwhelming kind support. Thank you. It's OK.