Spirit Cloth

Inner Peace

 

Fire raging in California.

I had been working with some loose dyed patches I pulled back from the shop. The group called Birth and Destruction.

Was stitching them. They came with words. My brother wrote those words. I like them so much.

Things come together
fall apart
come together
fall apart
come together again
fall apart again.

I replaced the center patch with another loose stitched patch that was a leftover from something else. Saved. After reading GRACE'S POST from last night.  I added Inner Peace.

I take the liberty to say WE all hope things are OK.

The storm moved through

Just one more...

Here. What moves through. How it cuts, erases, changes, even embellishes. How it is also contained. By both inside and outside,like a dream. I suppose "home" is the thing that stands, has been standing here in so many posts. Home is a place but also a sense of place. Maybe even the sense of ownership of space that home provides. I'm thinking so fluidly this morning. It all seems just a sense of something.  How my sense of so many things has changed.

You know, how you know it's over even before it's over. Which is really just going. Continuing. With a sense of something. And how long it takes is not important.  It's not emotional, it is how it is. From your perspective.

I will work on Mo's pennant now. Although I do like it like this. It's ghostly form. Maybe love is simply a sense of something.

It rained all night. Gently. Eventually it stopped.

Eventually the sun will come out.

 

Three Wishings

For Wendy.

Most of you piece-makers know her from the Magic Feather Project.

She had a little health scare and a little surgery, and she is home resting.  I wish her well here, for all of us.  With a little wishing star that has a path through... woven right in.

We hold you.

With softness.

And offer a full spectrum of healing thoughts.