Spirit Cloth

My Real New Year

There is a lot of considering in the air. At one point, after a lot of practice, one just might be able to Consider All Things To be continued... Read more →

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... Read more →

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♥ Memorial for our Ragmate Michelle Slater click here Read more →

And so it Continues

The story. The thing is, we are in it, wherever we are. Whatever form we take. Suddenly I have so much to say. But I will wait. I stitch. The feel of it is what I need. The feel of... Read more →

For Michelle

We will miss you. Read more →

Well, Hey

9AM here. 10AM...quilting with coffee and thinking. 10:30 AM, the late indigo is struggling to set seed, a good chance of first frost looms. I wonder if I have enough light inside for it to continue? I want skylights, more... Read more →

Coma Time

Cooler nights. Coma is the second cloth layer when the nights cool. There have been a few. Good deep sleep. I whispered to myself. (the Man was still sleeping) The garden whispered. Rise and shine. Heat is returning. Promises of... Read more →

Not Part of a Plan

Just happens. He ran between my legs when I opened the door from the porch to check on the raised bed seedlings. He leaped through the railing and ran beneath the porch and rolled in the dry dirt. I tried... Read more →

...in the spaces in between...

The time in between is the time so telling. The breaks from what needs to be done. Calls to be done. When you come up for air. Why do I call this my work? Suddenly it is quite the opposite.... Read more →