Spirit Cloth

Always

I am (we are) the Between.

Between a Fallen Heart... and a Rising Moon. Just to be there.

Is compassion a kind of intelligence?

A simply basic understanding, like connecting dots?

These loose patches, well, I planned to use them in my new class series.  But I needed them now. And I've become unsure about  the new class.  Like I often do.

Lot of folks spend time making marks like stitches on paper. Goes faster but not the same feel to the process for me. The path back to paper will lead me in a different direction I think. The feel of a process is what binds me to it. And the lure of new form pulls me in. Excites me.

Sometimes in between can be an escape from Sameness.

 

Love in a Scrap Basket

Looking for answers in a scrap basket...

(I love working on the floor. It reminds me of when I was smaller.)

And finding them!

Still some weaving into imagined.

 

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.