Spirit Cloth

Inner Peace

 

Fire raging in California.

I had been working with some loose dyed patches I pulled back from the shop. The group called Birth and Destruction.

Was stitching them. They came with words. My brother wrote those words. I like them so much.

Things come together
fall apart
come together
fall apart
come together again
fall apart again.

I replaced the center patch with another loose stitched patch that was a leftover from something else. Saved. After reading GRACE'S POST from last night.  I added Inner Peace.

I take the liberty to say WE all hope things are OK.

Mostly a Reminder

A small cloth but a zillion thoughts. And mostly a reminder.

I promise myself that if things don't work out, I will be OK.

A promise doesn't have to be a punishment. Things change.  A promise can be a reminder.  Of how it goes. For a while. I imagine promises piling up over time, like scraps of self. Loose patches. I keep them in my own way. I stitch them together. Sometimes I look at them as crazy moments given another shot at sanity.

 

The Fullness

Here I was playing with loose dyed patches and a more fleeting alignment. While thinking that letting go of time is the only way to grasp it.

Eventually. Because we are always in between.