Spirit Cloth

Simply Keep at It

Sun's out but it's a bit cooler today.

What a relief.

A little quilting, just simple, around the edge quilting.  Seems to add a simple logic of building to the new day side.

And then around the sun. Hardly visible from the other side if you don't look closely. But it is there, the new day has come through. There are many choices for thread and stitch. Stitching does not have to scream, it can simply whisper. There is satisfaction in the way this is going. It takes me back to a simpler time when no one was watching. It is nice to know I am still that person.  That I have held fast to what I love. I like the place it takes me to. No, wait, I AM that place.

There is a huge hibiscus tree at the edge of the wood that I had not noticed until it bloomed. This morning it was all-a-buzz. You hopefully know that sound. I saw this pollen drenched bee and thought... keep at it, find a way, do the hard work, gather, take what you need and spread the goodness.

Let's hear it. With me?  bzzzzzzzzz

Yeah, so...

Another crazy day. I'll explain some other time. I'm done with it for a while.

But joy!

After a major deer attack which mostly destroyed my garden last week... I found one squash vine still dangling and crawling outside the raised bed, surviving. We used pee, don't laugh, around the perimeter of the garden with the advice of a neighbor and what's left has been untouched since then. And there it was. A squash. And more blossoms. And Bees!

Really need to finish the fence though, probably not till fall.

And I stitched this, this kind of shattered or cracked star, a crack in the logic of the pattern, mostly grew from frustration and fatigue and not caring if it was neat. And I went with it and  made it more so, and it is ok and very kind in a way. And persistent.

it's not Wednesday

but I'm here.

Actually I am always here but you can't always find me.

It's Today. On the ironing board. Just there.

Note to self: Stop making excuses. Find the Joy. Joy can be a common thread.

Learn to Grow Stuff.

It's time.

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 kicked up.  I tried to catch that here. The hopefulness in that.