Spirit Cloth

Reminded that Love Takes Time

She's back home. The pennant. You remember yes? Mo's project...along with one of Mo's tiny stars. 

And lo and behold...  

she is going to bloom.  I've been nursing this rescued begonia for a year now.

Wendy has sent me an update for the Magic Feather Cloth... her email with some video clips, and the format did not allow me to edit full screen, but enough for you to see. Her email titled:

SEEING DIFFERENTLY

The beautiful girls are sight challenged.

And Wendy shares...The effort of the girls meeting the Magic Feather cloth, is humbling to witness. Once they move into working with HOME, their sight is through their whole body. The work is deeply personal…. and equally, the Magic Feather Cloth allows the two of them to find each other. Every time they worked, it was their decision how to move and whatever they wanted to do together..or apart. They did not speak with each other.  They had not met before this session. They chose to work with music. They worked in silence.….they worked with the cloth for over two hours.

video link if you see no player

You can read more about this project by clicking the feather in the top menu bar which will take you HERE.

Undoing orientation

The wall, sideways. In November. With more light than normal. After a long chilled rainy night, the sun is out. Almost blinding. I turned the photo. But really, maybe, I will hang everything upside down or sideways.

It's cold but not freezing yet. A glorious crisp in between cold. I am unrolling everything today, a sort of seasonal ceremony. Covering the walls in the unheated part of the house.  Maybe to warm those cold walls with evidence of a heartbeat. Also for new eyes.  Looking at things in the cold is different. Weather. Still thinking about weather.

Then finishing some repairs and arranging for the big chill. There is snow coming. We are leaning in.  And while fixing up the loft for sleeping in the heated room, I found More Cloth. Damn. Undoing more is taking way more time than I figured. 

The only cloth I will sit with this week is Home, the Magic Feather Cloth.  A big journey made up of many small ones. Today I will hang it up in the warm room.  Gather all my thoughts. Without words. Ready it for the biggest Journey. The Giving.