Spirit Cloth

almost October

I don't know really. Just Good Morning.

Everything is...

September.

A warm one really.

There are berries on the dogwood. The birds will be happy about that.

There are pears despite tree fungus. All the leaves turned black and fell off. But there are pears. Smaller but sweet. I will learn more about pears. These grow along the road in. Trees need to be trimmed along the wood's edge, too much shade.  Next year, more fruit trees and some learning.

There is a circle here on Everything is So Fragile.  Even though it is too big to see. More than one actually.  Suddenly it has occurred to me that there is no other kind of direction. In perspective.

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...

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.

 

.........

♥

Memorial for our Ragmate

Michelle Slater

click here

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 going. That little mirror helped a lot. 

Yes, there are comment issues here. No, I am not going to change anything, especially anything I have to pay for. Maybe at one point, just unthreaded comments, like simpler times. Maybe we will just have less to say. So for now, switching browsers to Microsoft Edge is working for me. Might work for you. I can see comments and reply to comments. Here, and on other Typepad Blogs. I will continue here, with the story and link to Feel Free when necessary, or just switch to blogging there if I need to.  I did a test post over there last night and it seems those already subscribed received the post as an email, so I know it will work when it needs to. So I am around. Here, There and Elsewhere. Just going. If you can't find me, just imagine NoWhere being just as good a place as any. Imagine something Peaceful. 

 

For Michelle

We will miss you.

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 windows. But I need to get the chimney fixed. Grow lights maybe? 

So ok, comments show if I use my phone browser for now. Plans to make some changes, but for now, just going. Dealing with it. My struggles seem small really. Summer Bitch is fading, Winter Bitch is waiting. It's a renewable resource.

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 a warm Fall. Maybe the deer compromised tomatoes will have time to bear more fruit.

Rise and Shine. Do what you need to do.

Today I need to do laundry. Actually, today I want to do laundry. I can do laundry and that can be enough. Cloth Work.