Spirit Cloth

Fog. On New Year's Eve

This year.

Fog. And More Fog.

It's been fog, brain fog. I feel like something is trying to confuse me. Us.

This year, I became a lion. And soon, I'll be 71. I softened this photo and thought to myself...

Fog can come in handy 

Here we go again.

No plans. Just Going.

the looking back

The Magic Cloth is always unfinished. Thankful for that.  Twelve Days to reconsider. I will take those, away. From here. Pull the plug. Have a good holiday if that's your thing. Maybe a small Turning Party. I am considering that.

regeneration

Cut, wait and see.

Yesterday rain all day. I sat and stitched for hours. My back hurts, I am achy and tired. This is the new turn of events, how funny, now these days, moving makes me feel so much better. Maybe I should build something else instead of cloths. Everything is patchwork, in perspective.

Just a day

There was oatmeal with figs and pumpkins seeds, my favorite breakfast these days, and a read through Saskia's little hand made book. It's just great. A joyful thing.

I did a little sketch over a photo of a piece I made last week.  A new placement for the snow globe effect. Winter wings maybe.

I want to make a video. Talk.

These things seems so much more work these days.  I think I need to refocus.  I am so distracted by what seems like nothing, something is blocking me.

Probably me. 

words are welling up

I realize it isn't really natural for me to be silent.