Spirit Cloth

so it seems

Lately,  everything...

seems to be caught in A Nest of Days. Which is the large cloth that has become a home for a lot of loose things. At least for a while.  I think about that, as a metaphor then, for how it is that it all happens. 

And then how I was able to warm the Indigo Vat in the afternoon sun yesterday. Just like that, under the skylight, moving it a bit as the sun moved across the room with the big table. How happy it became. With just that little bit of attention. This morning it is ready to give more blue.

Yesterday I confused everyone by testing private posts over at Feel Free. Later today I will do a regular open post over there to present my goals with some Clarity, which I often refer to as Blur-ity, because really what you understand is often a matter of perspective.  This will be my last post here for a while as I focus on the chaos that is just about always present when I begin a new teaching adventure.  Which in a way is no different from building a new home, which is what this one has ultimately become.

 

 

a wishing heart

There was some going...

while feeling unsure.

I just really like the threads in this photo.

There are a lot of loose threads here.

to be continued...

...as we near my 71st birthday in February of 2022 ( geez, do you believe it?) I will begin recording creative process over at Feel Free as part of a new (teaching?, maybe just saying) segment of Patchwork in Perspective, the forever part. In preparation, the Feel Free site will be down, for a bit, so I might make some necessary changes. 

What will this place be then? Home I guess. The safety net. In case I fall back inward at some point or run out of things to say.  I have a sense that I might be rocking back and forth. 

Snow stopped, sun's out. I love how Soul-o is more of the beast today. He just came in from the cold.

Colder and Higher

Probably the most frozen I have ever ever felt.

And the scene outside makes me want to do some pencil drawings.

How many thoughts are just thought and not acted on? That is the question and the reason I will continue with my new series. Still, frozen here. In mind but not really spirit. My spirit is moving toward Unconditional Sharing.

Named it, Your Love is Lifting Me. After a flurry of new energy. And this song, popped into my head. Still, I think it needs a little green.

Those 4 loose puzzle pieces, just gathered for their warmth, the fire inside.

Love. I think of Mo and Rod and then think Higher and Higher, so let me (re)name it that. Happy to find that old song stuck in my head this chilly morn.

4 degrees, feels like -2. But then as I might have said before, if it feels like -2, it is -2.

A Day is a Day

Gosh, I love not typing. There should be just talking here as well, but I am not ready. 

wave storming

 

Dense fog this morning. A relatively warm day.

I need to finish planting bulbs. 

Some parts of circles can make boats too. And sails I have some of those... most of what I had here was just pinned. So I can switch them around. I needed a small fleet this morning. A community at sea. What if a community doesn't depend on location? There are also those who got left behind. 

Fog over a small journey.  Fog can be dangerous at sea. And also , I imagine, very beautiful. 

I am not trying to be clear here, just dreaming. Enjoying the fog then.