Spirit Cloth

Always

I am (we are) the Between.

Between a Fallen Heart... and a Rising Moon. Just to be there.

Is compassion a kind of intelligence?

A simply basic understanding, like connecting dots?

These loose patches, well, I planned to use them in my new class series.  But I needed them now. And I've become unsure about  the new class.  Like I often do.

Lot of folks spend time making marks like stitches on paper. Goes faster but not the same feel to the process for me. The path back to paper will lead me in a different direction I think. The feel of a process is what binds me to it. And the lure of new form pulls me in. Excites me.

Sometimes in between can be an escape from Sameness.

 

Blue Head. Blue Heart

 

Just there.

Wanted to come in.

I managed to find his owner by going door to door.

The cloth with the Blue Heart just being with other cloths.

Settling in to what's moving through...

I'm thinking about the many ways we might help each other.

And how much I get done by just looking.

Friends

The squirrels are a bit unfriendly around here lately.

To me. To each other. This long season of uncertainty has affected all.

But in the last days, I've made friends with Rags.  He comes close. For nuts. And kind words. He's young. He's already tattered. He must have heard of my interest in mending. Or my need for assurance about connection. My interest in Story.

And speaking of story, I've added a new section to the main menu at Feel Free. Cloth Stories. A place for cloth friends. And what they have shared with me.  Gosh, I have so many memories to sort through. Since the weather report seems to indicate that it might rain forever, I have plenty of time.