Spirit Cloth

The Snow Moon Effect

...as if breathing new life into an old cloth...
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Just Time

I call it Just Time. A small journey that keeps staring at me. There is no real way for me to say this is done. But it feels close. It is thin, and it embraces shift. The crescent is both like a cradle and a slice of rawness. Another story cloth aka Everything Is So Fragile. 

The Japanese Maple has let go.

The Circus of Days

I considered adding another roof, a peaked top to the whole thing. Like a tent. But I think the stars are enough. Still maybe it needs a little wind. I like how it now seems like some sort of balancing act. Wind will just add a bit more challenge.

It stopped raining water but the wind is Big. Raining leaves. I need to go plant some garlic. Pick up some windfall for kindling. Make some soup from scraps of food. The freezer is too full. Stuff for dyepo(e)ts. Time to get to it. A more pleasant to do list.

The bobcat jumped over the stone wall while I was having coffee.  He/she is wounded, front paw, still quick and gone. To witness these sightings brings me such joy.

a little while later...ok, wind comes easy but never as planned:

Let It Be Thin

Everything Is So Fragile.

I named this that. Awhile back.

Form is temporary...

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Everything is...

September.

A warm one really.

There are berries on the dogwood. The birds will be happy about that.

There are pears despite tree fungus. All the leaves turned black and fell off. But there are pears. Smaller but sweet. I will learn more about pears. These grow along the road in. Trees need to be trimmed along the wood's edge, too much shade.  Next year, more fruit trees and some learning.

There is a circle here on Everything is So Fragile.  Even though it is too big to see. More than one actually.  Suddenly it has occurred to me that there is no other kind of direction. In perspective.