Spirit Cloth

The storm moved through

Just one more...

Here. What moves through. How it cuts, erases, changes, even embellishes. How it is also contained. By both inside and outside,like a dream. I suppose "home" is the thing that stands, has been standing here in so many posts. Home is a place but also a sense of place. Maybe even the sense of ownership of space that home provides. I'm thinking so fluidly this morning. It all seems just a sense of something.  How my sense of so many things has changed.

You know, how you know it's over even before it's over. Which is really just going. Continuing. With a sense of something. And how long it takes is not important.  It's not emotional, it is how it is. From your perspective.

I will work on Mo's pennant now. Although I do like it like this. It's ghostly form. Maybe love is simply a sense of something.

It rained all night. Gently. Eventually it stopped.

Eventually the sun will come out.

 

Digital Patchwork

 

These loose pages  (patches really) were created and posted from my phone.

Reason 1, I had thoughts and I wanted to share.

Reason 2, things are changing. We have decided to continue to embrace technology. Especially as we disappear into old age. Technology is good. Not all of it has been perfected yet. Like me. Sometimes when things are in between they seem not good. But eventually, one thing becomes another. So consider. Patience. Practice.

Soon...Heading off to look at a little cottage on the top of a mountain.  A little bit of a steep climb. But a new point of view. It'll take some time to get there, and a bit more to get back. I'll have my phone with me.
And today I really like this.

One at a Time

That Robe. Continuing.

Robe weather is approaching.

To catch them. The symbols.

And repair at the same time.

The magic dot. Was #1.  The first consciousness of component/symbol as a way to build story cloth...

Just one old example... and a new way of doing it with a loose dyed patch. A dot is a place to begin.