Spirit Cloth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

poof.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Into blueness. Or out of it.

Funny, sometimes, not always, that you find yourself mostly unchanged by all that flows through you. Here I am, while reconsidering becoming, back to the box. A smaller box even. The one inch square. Considering a 1/2" square. And breaking out of the box has really changed into breaking into the box.  September is going away and here i am.

I defined my sense of Magic a while back. To try to take the mystery out of it. Because I use it for something else. 

 

 

All I can say today, is I like the smallness here, of the winged thing. Adding more space will make it seem even more so. Yes, I like smallness, it brings me closer to appearing and disappearing, to understanding the bigness of it.

 

Because I struggle with it. Even the natural order in it.

Ok So...

It's a bit dark and foggy.

Dreamy actually.

 

video link if you see no player above

 

 

Better.

I most often discover myself in smallness.

 

Reference to the Double Running stitch, I call it the Magic Stitch in black and white,  link to video here...