Spirit Cloth

all one thing

Looking. I altered these photos with a filter to make them look worn. I put a few pieces together on the wall. The ones within reach. When I do this, it is an exercise in probability. They will probably fit... Read more →

A Seeing Morning

Good Morning. It's cool. Cool for the first time in a long time. Evidence of cycle. I feel like this one was left for me. Right outside the porch door. Yesterday's confusion led me to a small eye sampler started... Read more →

Stay Home, Share, and consider When Time is not about Money

video link if you see no player above Some of us are luckier than others. We have time to consider time. I suppose you could call that privilege. Time is not Money when you have enough. Time might even be... Read more →

The Road to Hunkersville

Here we are in May but really, it's almost June. Imagine that. The road in now. Or out, from here. We need to trim the branches on the right, the small pear tree is getting too much shade. We've a... Read more →

Hunker Down and Try to Explain

Guilty, I almost felt guilty. Enjoying such a beautiful and peaceful day, when so many are suffering through all this chaos. Internet didn't matter yesterday. We are living a simple life here. Not spending ANY money, except food. Doing small... Read more →

Building a Bigger Cloth-1

Hello So here I am. Here we are. The thing is, this time around, I do not actually know who you are, do I? I can guess but can only know part of the story... who are my travelling companions?... Read more →

good morning poof

It is snowing! Cleaning out the fridge, some forgotten carrots, seemed dead. Not. Joy! After my rant yesterday, some of the "have less" folks here expressed an offer to donate. Let me say here, that one of the best parts... Read more →

March tease

Almost 70. Yesterday. Ha, like me! Rain, sun, wind, fog. No snow. That's coming next along with cold. The Japanese Andromeda bloomed. Must have been overnight. Reminding me that life goes on even when it doesn't. New York, they say,... Read more →

Bigger Cloth, higher ground

For a while, smaller cloth. But the unrolling has been a reminder. Coma here again, still ragged and raw, still holding together after years and years. A documentary, a teacher, a blanket, a world. A timekeeper. A journal. An open... Read more →

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... Read more →