Spirit Cloth

Just Monday and a few things to do

It's a low light day.

Looking back up to the sleeping loft.

Left the light on because I'll be up there making less of it today. Just a bed. Sheets, pillows. Blankets. And a lamp. That could be enough. (That's mom's lamp) Why do we have so much stuff?

Holding Pattern, it's been folded up for a while.

I've shifted gears back to Big Cloth. Cloth as shelter. I'll hang this up and look at it. I can't remember where I was. But I found the center.

And I'll clear the fallen leaves from the outside drains. Rain coming. And I'll make chickpea stew. Pay some bills.  The man will try to squeeze in a spin on the motorcycle before the storm. The last ride. Because colder days are almost here to stay. 

I feel myself rocking inward. As I do. A quiet November.

Home is a sense

Home is really a sense of something, isn't it? You might carry it with you no matter what. Where.  Considerings often turn to reconsiderings before the day is through. Now that we have lived so many days it is easier to see how much they might be. We've been reconsidering home. The where and the when.

I thought it was Wednesday already so here I am.  Days without electronics are different. My sense of time is way softer. And no news. That makes a day way different. I checked the news today. Is it a crime not to know? I asked myself that. Not knowing is not the same as not caring. I said that to myself too. What shall we consider to be useful information ?

I made this image while thinking how we hide behind our ideas.

I'll be online on Wednesdays now. If I can remember what day it is. Just to be kind to my eyes.  In between, Instagram.

Ok So...

It's a bit dark and foggy.

Dreamy actually.

 

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Better.

I most often discover myself in smallness.

 

Reference to the Double Running stitch, I call it the Magic Stitch in black and white,  link to video here...