Spirit Cloth

A Place in the Fog

Unusually warm and wet.

This morning there is real fog. Not just the brain kind.

And no back pain. What a gift it seems like. Just to wake up without pain.

An early rise and some arranging. Finally I can say a Studio. Two tables, some stuff. And a place for Soul-o to keep me company.

This house was not my dream choice. Still, it is a house and it is now warm and easy to be in. Now that I have a place to sit and put words together and gather cloth and paper and things, I might begin to tell the story of how we got here. And what's next. The man and I will share this work space. As desk space and such. When we need to. Because we know we can. Because we are working with a different kind of space.  We will add windows to the outside and inside walls if we stay long enough. To open it to more light. 

And I have new socks. A kind gift that made me smile.

Also, maybe I'll vacuum.

OK. It's OK. 

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