Spirit Cloth

I was born in February

No matter how it goes, I somehow feel joy.

We are literally frozen solid.

A lot of snow melted during a two day warm up. But it rained, and then suddenly and I mean in like 10 minutes, freeze up. Of course, last night, against my wishes, the man took the car down the hill to retrieve the mail. He really does love and has mastered, the slip sliding. I haven't named these two squirrels yet but they are very friendly. 

There is cat hair everywhere but then, upon looking closer, it is man hair. His is now longer than mine. Sorting through some old weaving, readying for some new.

I have sent out passwords to those of you who signed up for the new teaching Zone. And a link to a page where you can test it.

I am warmed by your company on this cold cold and even colder day.

And again apologies to those who no longer receive these posts by email. That service keep fading away. The natural order of things I guess.

Colder and Higher

Probably the most frozen I have ever ever felt.

And the scene outside makes me want to do some pencil drawings.

How many thoughts are just thought and not acted on? That is the question and the reason I will continue with my new series. Still, frozen here. In mind but not really spirit. My spirit is moving toward Unconditional Sharing.

Named it, Your Love is Lifting Me. After a flurry of new energy. And this song, popped into my head. Still, I think it needs a little green.

Those 4 loose puzzle pieces, just gathered for their warmth, the fire inside.

Love. I think of Mo and Rod and then think Higher and Higher, so let me (re)name it that. Happy to find that old song stuck in my head this chilly morn.

4 degrees, feels like -2. But then as I might have said before, if it feels like -2, it is -2.

you sleep, you wake up...

And the Older said...

You stand.

You breath, let it move through.

You go.

Sometimes just to see.

Don't be discouraged.

Absorb the magic of days.

It rained, it snowed, the plow guy didn't show, 7 degrees, it froze, no unfreeze in sight, the only way out is to slide. Or fly.

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.

 

change is in the air

That wind, that signals change, blew in this morning. It may not linger day to day, but it has arrived. I could see it in the treetops before it came through the open window. The wind that makes everything smell different. 

It is going to be a big acorn year. The squirrels are beside themselves. ( I was going to say in heaven, but we all know where that concept has gotten us to) It's the most joy I have seen in a long time.

The acorns are different here. And quite honestly, so am I.

I don't know my oaks well. I might study up. Make that a priority.

It's a clear day, and I slept long and deep.  I had a dream, Soul-o wanted to visit the old place. When we got there he met his former self at wood's edge. They did not hit it off. He asked to go home. I woke up and here we are.