It is unusually green here for October. The season waits for my own turning. It feels like that.
So I have begun the other wing of color. Today it is green.
The hoop has become like a temporary basket, to hold my intent and let me stay a while in each circle of holding, gathering. As I work, it as if these gifts from the Piece-makers have flown in again and again, landing here in my lap. It has to be everyday now, this cloth, in my hands. Every day. To build the spirit of a cloth it has to be right there. With you. Today I send love and reassurance to Wendy's kids who wait patiently for the Magic Feather Cloth I call Home.
This is a Magic Feather Project post.
Continued from here.
