Spirit Cloth

Today's Wall

Sensing bigger change in me.

I liked this photo, how the morning sun cut into the image and erased part of it.

The piece on top, named Conjuring a New Day, a while back (not even looking back for that right now). Just remembering cutting out the center to make it small after making it larger for more room to dream. Thinking maybe smaller is more manageable. There's always enough room for dreams. Dreams are room.

I drew a name for the Game. I'll wait 24 hours to hear from you and then, if need be, pick another. I'll do that up to nine times and anything leftover will become open for sale.

 

Surprised...

Surprise at the mailbox!

...'tis the season, I know, but gifts arrived in the mail yesterday.

Thank you Mary and Elaine.

It's been warm again. No fires. Yesterday there was some leaf raking. And then some quiet stitching before bed.

This is the 4th corner on the new found space ring on Holding Pattern. Oh!  How that little nine was woven right into one of the small squares at the bottom of the basket. It now holds pattern in a new way. Hadn't thought about it in that context before. Can you imagine a whole blanket with this concept?  What if....?   Some days are more surprising than others. Suddenly Eventually, with a slight change in direction, I find myself filled with new dreams. Based on old ones.

 

How we might Continue.

Last evening. Fireside.

Brain Nausea.

The smallest beast. Going. Maybe not Just. Leaving a trail. Dividing space. Making a path. Bringing a bit of fresh air to an old piece of patchwork. Transforming it into a place to breathe.

The slowest stitch. Slower than even the slowest slow stitch.  Splitting hairs I call it.  A split backstitch using one thread. Takes forever because you add row after row and and no one might even notice. But it gives you time to consider and shape your vision.

Eventually. Evidence of how we keep at it.

I'm not particularly focused lately.  I'm just letting that play out. More walking than thinking. More going than explaining. I need a Wordless Weekend of Willful Wandering. Mixed with Day Dreaming. Take care.

And Happy Birthday dear Michelle.