Spirit Cloth

Good wishes

December was wishing star month over at What If Diaries. Ending the year with lightness and goodwill, I share some of them here with you.

Thank you to all who participated.

And thank you all who visit here.

Best wishes in the coming year. 

Here are three wishes I would like to give away.  It's just a little cloth really.

Till midnight then.

 

A colored day

Today was a bluish day.

A big old  book fell apart and I am using the front cover as a lap board.  It is firm and flat but It has a slight  softness about it that is hard to describe. It's just perfect.

 

In Between Fear and Longing

And so.   What marks the  line between yesterday and tomorrow?  Self I suppose. Here and Now is somehow self.

In this year that I designated as the time period  in which I became old,  I simply grew up.  Grew to appreciate talking to myself more than ever.  Learned to listen.  I became aware of that space in between  where I used to hide and feel confined as something more expansive.  A place that now seems to  nurture me, as so much more than Enough.    It does not separate me from everything else anymore.  It is not a lonely space.  Because a true sense of self is a place that   can transcend want , more.  Maybe,  this true sense is capable of erasing boundaries in communication.  Maybe because, true sense is more selfless. 

So for me, it's a new year already.  I am centered. I am hearing myself clearly.  It's cold but not very.  There is plenty of wood.  Enough to eat.   The basket, that new symbol of self, seems to fit like a missing puzzle piece in every chapter in the story that continues to unfold before and behind me.   Making sense of it.

These three cloths are yet unfinished.  Seeing them together will help me bring them to closure.

I have not been visiting much lately.  Around the web.  I am staying close to home for a while. Far from the seasonal merchant mind that threatens the sanity of humankind.  I feel this might be a more reclusive year anyway.  This year after the one in which I became old.  But  perhaps in some ways more of my true self might be revealed.  To me, and as natural order predicts, to you as well. 

Ok, I 've used up my words.  I will now go out and buy a bottle of good champagne.  Or three maybe.

 

 

Round and round we go

As usual.

Things will appear and disappear here

As I ready myself for a new year

Just going

With new eyes 

Thanks for your patience and understanding.

 

Miles from NoWhere in December

Solstice came like a crack in winter.  Warm rain. Windows open.  The year winds up  with many questions.  Like cracks in my mind. Spaces that have not yet become places but possibilities all the same.   Off to wander in a warm December rain with a list of questions a mile long. Thank you for your loving travelling companionship. 

See you next year...jude 

PS - Fringe has evolved into my personal symbol for continuing, aka Just Going.

But you might know that by now...

Space and Place

 

Living in basically one room through the cold months, living with less, more time to look at what we live with. Mom and Dad have always been on the mantle. I notice them there now. More often.

We shuffled things around and moved the couch near the fire. It folds out. We tidy a lot.  Clutter makes a space seem smaller.

A couch works well as a design wall.  I witness how slowly a small space has morphed into more of a small Place. Considering the difference between space and place.

Place is something more like home.  One might notice how  space becomes that, Place, so quickly.  Shaped by care and need. The simple beauty in that.

That's the other side of Magic Cloth 2 in the last picture. I will sit here and finish the Magic feather Cloth I call Home.

 

Considering natural order

Somehow feeling trampled by it.

Some days are like that.

Here is some cloth with stitches on it.

More than enough stitches to hold it all together.  Why do I do that?

Yesterday I knew. Today I don't.

 

I'm feeling the shift

And it feels good to have a way to express it. Celebrate it. I included, again,  the basket symbol, to hold that sense of change long enough to  transform it.  So it is, this small cloth, about undoing.  At the same time the basket adds an element of trust to that.  At least that is what I am thinking.  Holding is Embracing. Held for that moment I see also a Doing.  A starform broken by going.  Kept by going. Again and again. 

Expressing myself. Clearly. These things became very important to me in This Year that I Became Old. TYIBO 2013

I wish you all a Happy Solstice.

Quiet Time

Pulling the plug. See you later.

 

 

 Winter like cloth