Spirit Cloth

Yesterday and then Today

 

There were people.

Walking through my house yesterday.

I'd rather they were foxes.

I'm used to a cloth community when it comes to my work.

I wonder what the rest of the world thinks of my place in it.  I have lived here so long and I am still a stranger.  I just don't get it. All the goings on in suburbia. Seems so much about nothing.

Magic, the cloth here, has caught my attention today. I wonder where my thoughts will go. There are several large cloths here.  I want to make them into gifts.  That thought has been lingering for so long. That's what it has always been about really, the big ones.  After I move.  As I unpack them...

 

There is always something...

Looks like I'm just a morning person, I cannot post in the evening...

I offer scraps of self.  Sometimes they are thread, sometimes they are cloth, and then sometimes just loose thoughts.

 

There's a new post in class.  

 

 

And a new bloom on the bromeliad.

Karma

Offerings to Place

Here we are.

Right here, a not so cold (so far) November.

Feeling grateful for so many things.

Looking forward to the longer view as leaves fall.

This season brings, again, new eyes.

 

Story takes time to tell. Maybe we might all find quiet kindness, resting in places in between the words, sharing what moved/moves though us, while imagining new possibilities for how it all might happen.