Spirit Cloth

Follow the Sun

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.

 

 

snow day

The dental thing was/is a nightmare.

But the snow is nice.

The world became a sketch.

And so did the cloth...

There are pain killers and I am quite loopy.

But I do like what happened here. What if Loopy can be useful?

Paper is part of 2022 and beyond. As well as weaving. I want just to think of them as new layers. I am putting together some ideas in order to continue my final (forever) chapter over at Feel Free. Please subscribe there for news about that or check the sidebar on this blog for links to the Feel Free Newsletter. I am forever storming, best done when you are loopy, perhaps. Tomorrow I will try to catch up with comments.

How it Might Go...

Before Coffee...

A mood swing, I am typing!

As Dad used to say, weather coming...

Dad was a seaman.

He, Soul-o, watches me make coffee. And then we go outside to dump the compost and get some firewood. He loves it when it's still a bit dark. He is a little bit like a dog lately.

This one, which I renamed On The Edge of Season not so long ago, has been on the edge of many seasons. It's under the needle again for Solstice. I thought I might let it go this time, but my thoughts today are...I can just let this one grow with each season, let it be as endless as I can manage.

I have reopened Feel Free. I had considered not doing that. But it is part of me now. Like this place, it has it's usefulness. And annoyances. The email feed here is just awful. It interrupts conversation and flow. Loading media is a nightmare. Commenting on and off. But I still want the day to day to be here. I did a post over there yesterday, and then another less messy one this morning...just to say I am back to documenting process. And for those who cannot seem to get my posts delivered from here, I will put links in newsletter posts over there. I know it sounds overly complex but how ever it works for you, let's just not worry about it.  I am blogging here with process links to there. I am cataloging process there with links to day to day here.  I will be just going. Just pick your portal. 

I zoomed in but it was not clear. I think it was an owl.

And so it Continues

The story.

The thing is, we are in it, wherever we are. Whatever form we take. 

Suddenly I have so much to say.

But I will wait.  I stitch. The feel of it is what I need. The feel of going. That little mirror helped a lot. 

Yes, there are comment issues here. No, I am not going to change anything, especially anything I have to pay for. Maybe at one point, just unthreaded comments, like simpler times. Maybe we will just have less to say. So for now, switching browsers to Microsoft Edge is working for me. Might work for you. I can see comments and reply to comments. Here, and on other Typepad Blogs. I will continue here, with the story and link to Feel Free when necessary, or just switch to blogging there if I need to.  I did a test post over there last night and it seems those already subscribed received the post as an email, so I know it will work when it needs to. So I am around. Here, There and Elsewhere. Just going. If you can't find me, just imagine NoWhere being just as good a place as any. Imagine something Peaceful.