Spirit Cloth

Un Doing

A little blurry, but that's the truth. Clearing seems liquid is what struck me here as read back over it. Flow. And then I thought, what is a page in perspective...? Form is temporary. Read more →

Good Morning

Bear with me, I am in some sort of personal internet lockdown. And words are not coming easily. The only kind of fire I want to build right now is the kind that keeps us warm in winter. Or supports... Read more →

Softer Yet

Big Beautiful Fog this morning, in waves, coming and going. Clarity, Blur-ity, Clarity, Blur-ity. I have named her Dear. We've cleared some of the small brush and saplings on one side of the property, leaving the mature growth. There is... Read more →

three +

Lots to say, or maybe I have already said so much about 3. It creates a sense of path. I am also testing an image upload for TypePad. Trying to help. Why shouldn't I? Three tries. And of course, this... Read more →

A Seeing Morning

Good Morning. It's cool. Cool for the first time in a long time. Evidence of cycle. I feel like this one was left for me. Right outside the porch door. Yesterday's confusion led me to a small eye sampler started... Read more →

Caught by Just going

Here I am. With a little help from a friend. How about that? (quoting Mom here) Path. On the wall. On the wall for many days, through this and that. Hasn't grown. Probably I set myself down by the stream... Read more →

Tendency

This is me. And the tendency to complicate. I woke up in a frenzy. This is how my mind interferes with simplicity. Tendency, is it linked to need? Or habit? Form is fluid. Choosing makes things seem more static, permanent.... Read more →

Hunker Down for real

Another circle of green, then OK, a Pool of Green. A Pool of Green for no reason. So. Just because. Just because I had a lot of green silk. How things really go, let's count the ways today. The video... Read more →

Suddenly, a Sense

...the sense of spring holds and even depends on The Memory of Winter Type Pad is failing me, I suppose I need to change something if I want to post media. Or skip it. I will go outside. It has... Read more →

Hunker Down and Remember

I don't remember the name of these trees. But I remember them. Don't tell me. It's OK. Never planted one. But they always seem to be familiar. In winter I don't recognize them. When they bloom, I remember them, though... Read more →