Spirit Cloth

Focus

Hard to find it these days.

A place for time.

Drifting in and out of sureness.

But there are ways.

New post up in Small Cloth class today.

I will not be here tomorrow.

No Subject

Good Morning.

I wake, not rested.

I like the change in pattern as the light hits the blinds.

Like stitching.  The magic in light and dark. Repeat. 

I've managed to put a new post up at Part 2.

More looking is on the schedule for this week.  Add car troubles to the mix. 

Today's nine from what was on hand.  A blur, but not.

Patches have become travelling companions.

I slipped into wordlessness

I fell asleep.

The fireworks woke me at midnight. The rain kept me awake. On and off all night. I am not rested but I am awake. It's so oddly warm here the windows were are open.

A crane fly has a short peaceful life. They are more common here since I am composting leaves. The wings reminded me.

Of recent stitching.

Maybe that's what drew her(?) here.

It is always nice useful to connect.

Here's to that.

Cheers!

Happy New Year.