Spirit Cloth

The Snow Moon Effect

...as if breathing new life into an old cloth...
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Winter's Sun

Yesterday. There she was.

The pond with no name. Miss Pond I have been calling her. I don't know her well enough yet. We can only see her when the leaves have fallen and the light reflects in the morning.

What is it about Winter's light?

There was a lot of considering.

Yesterday's self developed In Sympathy with a Winter's Sun. Thinking, the triangle at the bottom...a mountain...might be a new symbol. The mountain...as a challenge. She rises above it like a winter's sun rises above a cold hard truth. And these, the thoughts today, of vibrating outward, being a source of warmth, which in itself might encourage growth, growth itself being a form of the same, reaching out, and then, how enlightenment grows from darkness, and how you can never have too many eyes. Suddenly the mountain here became a kind of negative space, like poof, it's not a mountain at all and there are new eyes and suddenly she can see she has simply grown sky legs. Did the Winter Sun just whisper, yes, be lighter?

She is not done.

There were family gatherings but we were not part of them. I had thought of Pizza but there was light fasting and gratefulness and a bit of winter garden prep, a roaring fire and good sleep. 

Today it is raining, soon to turn bitterly cold with a chance of snow. I hope so. Winter Sun on snow brings great light-ness.

Shift

Good Morning. Today I am up before dawn. My favorite thing. I was sliding toward later sleeping because of sleeping issues. 

It seems that is behind me, at least for now. My knees are better, arthritis relief has come with a change in diet and more exercise.  Spending less time online has calmed my nerves. And I am back to the schedule that comforts me. Early to bed, early to rise...I love the magic quiet time when dark becomes light. My day is always better for having the experience. It makes the new day into some sort of ceremony. Before the coffee.

 

Composition

Compose.

To begin with something. To make peace with it.

That is how I use the word.

There is a the physical thing. The need for it to feel right, and to hold together, at least long enough to reconsider.  Letting it, helping it  BE.

There is also the thought behind it. I always hope that might become a tool and not a weapon. 

I make changes, often based on softening my original vision. Even though I was often taught the opposite. In this case my thought has softened as well, and this one has become more about that. How dark and light might lean into each other.  Which is really quite a concept if you think about it.  I remember how weaving taught me so much about that. Softening. The new form in that. Anyway, I am rambling today because that is how things come together.

Yesterday I couldn't post here.

But I remembered some Free Selves I have in a box somewhere. Couldn't find them so I made one to remind myself to keep looking. Some of Deb's cloth here. But you probably know that, it has such character.

I let her wander from here to there, held her, carried her for a while and then placed her in a way to illustrate how sometimes we may seem free but we all might be held, at the same time, even trapped by some kind of personal darkness. Just a thought caught. Just a way to look at that thought while wondering why people are so confusing to me. To each other. How blind spots form. 

Today, I woke up covered in Poison Oak. It's been a long time and it ain't pretty. An itch that might prevent even thinking for a few days. I'm exhausted anyway. But then sleep might not come too easily either.