Spirit Cloth

I'm giving this one away.  Write me a  love story  in 30 words or less.  

The snow passed by, the sun is out, and there is Dancing in the streets.

(And a  little sale in the shop  for those who couldn't decide between 101 and Whispering Hearts.)

Layers on doodle Wednesday

A  painting,  from ages ago,  which depicts one mood and then another,  expressed but hardly understood at the moment,  made with washes of color ,  overlapping,  hangs over a small cloth from not so long ago, which covers a hole in the wall,   is framed, under glass,  layered with today's reflection of the studio,  and I liked the way one thing over another became one thing  to look at. 

Looking is like that.  A form of time-keeping.  For a moment, and sometimes longer,  you might be held in the rhythm  of back and forth,  and sense a Oneness in it all. 

I think this new year will bring a lot more looking.   Forward, back, around, through.  Just looking.

How time flies

...  September butterfly.   I could see dead leaves... But  I see Wings.  I see Wings everywhere.  Waiting for Wind.

and I really like THIS

Back on paper but still like cloth

A vision of the September moon.  Dreamed. Drawn. As if stitched.