Spirit Cloth

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I don't know why this one is so difficult to photograph, just elusive in some sort of way. Perhaps I see something that cannot be seen outside a dream. The thing that remains in between.

The X emerged, I don't think I have talked about that symbol much. I have been gathering thoughts for a while. It is a combination of conflicting thoughts having to do with the unknown, crossing over, and placekeeping.  Not to be confused with the cross (which is here too.).  But my words seem inadequate this morning and I need some time ...

Anyway, this one is complete in the context of the day. Pinned to a bit of Sanity. The Heart of Season.  And the thread that runs through it. 

This is an old drawing that is very much at the root of my thread theory. 

Very old, like 60s.

I love it more today.

I will use it to pull me through to some new form of understanding. 

 

Softer Yet

Big Beautiful Fog this morning, in waves, coming and going. Clarity, Blur-ity, Clarity, Blur-ity.

I have named her Dear. We've cleared some of the small brush and saplings on one side of the property, leaving the mature growth. There is more air flow and a longer view. Visual Paths.

Soup of the Day. In the big copper pot. Yellow Earth.

I am ready to move on from the frenzy. Let it play out. A soft optimism (joy) has resurfaced and I will not be thrown off course. Sharing what moves through me. It is still quite warm here, we are needing to finish up a few pre-winter chores. I am learning this new computer and have adjusted to the TypePad issues and I think it will all be just fine enough, here and at Feel Free. I am in no way done with all of this. Some audio and video testing soon. 2021. Here I come. If you don't need my blabber about life mixed in, you can subscribe to Feel Free only. 

Let's chill out. I will be back to Large Cloth in a more organized way with the New Year. For now, just Living and Healing from an awful year.

 

Let's Soften

There was mist this morning. Mist is an old friend. Friends are teachers.

The next growing season will be here soon enough. Have you saved the seeds?

I will take advantage of these unusually warm days that have blurred season's edge and string some clothesline in between trees. Big Cloth needs room. And I need fresh air.

Colored Days

Maybe 5 days now, no sun. Maybe 5 more? But oh so warm. Windows open. No sun, but oh so golden.

Late Cosmos.

Glorious porch days.

More splitting, this one seemed to bleed.

Still in-between technologies. Mostly off-line this weekend. Getting things done. Considering the humor in that. Like anything ever gets "done".

Loss

Before sleep, I updated the computer. Which never completed. A forced shutdown with coffee and now it will not boot. So here I am, with my phone, which is no fun at all. Letting you know. Fearing I have lost all my book files and softwear and photos not backed up. Asking myself what loss is.    ?

And loving the stitched wave border with dots, another storybook detail.

And thinking about in between. which is where I'll be for a while Longer than Expected.