Spirit Cloth

Almost

Happy Halloween.  Almost.

(I like almost, it's like being there but with still a bit of room for imagining)

Mobile editing and posting seems to work.  That's good news. A few questions asked and answered.  and Just checking in to say Boo. !.

Turning

A few colder nights have set the color in motion.

Halloween cloth is still in process  and the air is fresh and clear,  a little woodsmoke wafting through it.  Today is my last post for a while until I find  my way back.   There will also be a short gap over at Diaries (direct link to today's entry) .

 

 

zooming into October

Undoings  are the same as Doings I thought to myself today.

 

Edges are blurring.  After tomorrow, I will not be posting here for at least 2 weeks.  The shop is open and all work on your own classes are on sale through the end of November if you use the discount code PEACE.   No new work has been added.  Later.  Or Whenever. 

jude hill. self portrait oct 2103

 

The moon seems very big tonight

A doodle because most likely I will not have time on Wednesday.

And I am taking some time to squeeze in a bit of Halloween cloth before I lift off. 

And no, I do not plan to discontinue this blog.   A few folks asked me that today.   There will be a gap until I manage the tech issues. Or maybe not.  I'm not worried about it.  Hey ho.

( WHAT IF DIARIES SUBSCRIBERS...a new post today.  direct link. Also please read this note about the reformat of Diaires while I travel)

...Just another Journey...

Thoughts about traveling.  About going.  About how that is that we go.  Here, There.

When Mom was ill, I took many photos.  Images were so  important to me. To record. I wanted to be able to relive moments without the context of expectation.  Then, after she left,  I looked and thought,  I can't publish these. She wouldn't want that.  I put them away.  Not even wanting to look anymore.  Today I share this one.  Mom, looking for something in the pantry closet.   She shortly after forgot what she was looking for.  We put a little  LED lamp in there for her. She could hardly see.  When I first took the photo, well, it spooked me.  Now some things hauntingly beautiful have caught me. 

The light. Its coldness.  Her, walking into it.

Her hair, distorted by laying down so much . Arranged as if a big wind blew in behind her,  pushing her forward.

The door. Open.  The writings inside record the heights of children through the years.  Lines drawn and dated. Names.  Us.  Me, My 2 brothers.  Then my son, my nephews.  So many marks.  There.  To keep her from falling backward.

Her. There. In between. Held between past and future. Present.  How going has a sense of that.

The familiarity. The place.  Mom.  The journey story.

She won't mind.  That I have continued it.

First flight

There is a ring of space on this cloth I still call Home.  Where the little winged things will gather. Keepers of The Going. Carried by the wind. Today I have begun to detail the first one.  Appropriate really since travel plans have been set and soon enough new wings will be tested.  We are just going.   I have decided to  bring this cloth along.  Add to it on the move.

So here we go.  A few loose ends to tie up, a little packing.  As little as possible.  I am considering leaving the shop closed for now,  having no idea about technology  afar and how that might work for me.  Or when I might return.

I am giving these little beasts  fleshy faces.  They shall evolve.

( I plan to continue with Diaries through the end of year, with a few gaps, but I will be talking about that  over there, in the coming days)

basket and basket

Wall

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of Grace