Spirit Cloth

Snow . Stitch.

It did, it snowed a bit.

I'm celebrating. Stitching across an old moon.

Thread beads. But today I will call it the Snow Stitch. Frame of mind.

.........

 

How words Spring forth.

 

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A Wishing Star with a Path Through it.

 

 

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Today's List

 

It's way warm,

warmer than yesterday.

The two rust spots on the cloth,

from where it was stapled

in a notebook.

1971.

 

Splitting hairs,

a single strand split back stitch

takes forever.

How many Forevers I've lived through.

Still, it seems

there might be more.

 

Some Grey Tuesday

That this kind of day.

A lights on kind of day.

At the foot of the bed, in the sleep loft, on the wall, a photo by my son. The Boy. It's big one. It reminds me of my folks. The old sea. It actually seems bigger than it is.

I've probably said it before, but I can get right in it.  Away.

Not unlike cloth.

Away is so needed right now. Beyond politics, it's the man himself. Just Saying, ideology aside, he's an ass.

I need to get back to Feel Free. The organizing. The way to do that.

I've been stitching stars. Needle Chanting. Hoping for a plan.

What I ended up with was ShapeShifting. With a note to self:  "...the transformative edge of going..."

That was big enough for today. I'll talk more about it tomorrow.

Seems there might be some snow coming.