Spirit Cloth

A ripple

A ripple at the crossroads. It's hot and we are not moving much. I seem to work up a sweat just thinking. Everything is growing and it just seems like enough. But then, Equality weighs heavy. But then, a breeze... Read more →

Preparation

I have been thinking about being prepared. How it sometimes seems like a "suddenly" last minute kind of thing to rush and change everything now, which often pushes everyone and everything else out of the way in the process. But... Read more →

The Two Things

The Things that Stands, then, the Thing that Moves Through. Both, possibly. just the sense of something. I'm strengthening the Standing part. By quilting the layers. While considering what's coming. It's turned way cold. Thankfully the only fire burning here... Read more →

All is Well

Big Rain again. So stormy I woke at 2AM. Watched. Listened as this old house creaked, and stuff fell from trees on the roof. Thoughts for those enduring bigger than normal storms ravaging our planet Thankful for roof. And cloth.... Read more →

How it Might Happen

So here is my compass. Again. Framed with a hug. A bit off center but maybe it's just dancing. Keeper of the Dance perhaps. Something different. But cloth whispering all the same. Sure about that. I'm playing the ThreadCrumbs game... Read more →

Compass and crossroads and vibrating outward

I have always been quite curious. About how form evolves. To express. There are many old thoughts here, coming together crossing over. This is good. Read more →

Ways

Nine as a Cross(roads). I could say many things about this. Many things about each square. Maybe later. Right now I am looking at the form. This is another corner for Holding Pattern. Where the rings of new space change... Read more →

A shift in Alignment

Yesterday's change. Sometimes it is realized by passing by a few times. Not by theory but by being in it. She seems more universal now. Less pushy and dominant. Less self-ish. This form attracts me. I talked about it a... Read more →

How Cloth Informs me

Old Silk Ties. I think one of the first attempts at collecting cloth started there. Thrift shops. And of course some of Dad's old ties. And his Dad's ties. Silk. Jacquard woven. I always loved the little motifs. Even before... Read more →

Exhausted

Exhausted. The Fresh Leaf Indigo Vat that is. And the last of the home gown indigo. Because the deer ate the last clump. Before it bloomed. No seeds. They ate the daisies too. Before they opened. That's it. The last... Read more →