Spirit Cloth

A small act of cloth Kindness

 

It was in the scrap basket. Buried.

Some stray feather leftover from  what-iffing. Whenever.

Left unattended to.

I needed something small. To hold. To attend to.

To give me a sense of being able to help.

I'll mend it into something.

A few stitches then.

My space bar is sticky.  If I don't hit it really hard,  everythinglookslikethis.

Some small repairs left to the electric will keep things up and down for a few days.  So I will be stitching, trying to post a picture now and then. But see you in May.

 

The last Sunday in April

Not a great  day.

Some anxiety.

Some rearranging.

Some red wine.

But then, still a day.

Better then no day.

So Ok.

Then.

 

The Center of the Earth

 

 

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So right now it is there.

Like a living thing.

I'll come back to it later.

Even if it just to feel it again.

Quilting

Yesterday was cold.

I did a lot of the quilting on the earth side of home.

The rings of stitching needed to hold the silk from sliding.

I stitched and stitched.

Well into the dark hours. At one point I was stitching in the dark. Feeling my way.

Fingers become eyes in the dark.

Right?

I just let it go. It flowed from me. Made me lighter.

My thumb joint needed a bit of Arnica rub before bed.  Today will be warmer but not much. They say.

But who knows?