Spirit Cloth

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... Read more →

Always

I am (we are) the Between. Between a Fallen Heart... and a Rising Moon. Just to be there. Is compassion a kind of intelligence? A simply basic understanding, like connecting dots? These loose patches, well, I planned to use them... Read more →

Arggggh

Nope. I planned a Spirit Cloth Shop update with the Moon, which just so happens to be Black Friday. So Not. Instead, a walk by sea perhaps. Maybe work on some New Eyes. There's a chill in the studio. Have... Read more →

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... Read more →

Considering What Is as the Path to Change

Change can seem abrupt. But it's not, the edge of it stretches right into what is and out the other side. Design Mending. It's life. Your browser does not support the audio element. audio link if you see no player... Read more →

Living Nine

This one is an evolution. A moving on. In the spirit of that. In a way it feels like it is about being in more than one place at a time. It embraces the circle and the grid as one... Read more →

Self Discovery

This kind of day. A bit monsoon-ish. A no sun day. Lit a small fire last night to relieve the dampness. And chill. Low light, grainy photos. I hung the Bird Robe, in search of a spot for the compass.... Read more →

Late August Patchwork

Acorns have been falling. Mostly encouraged by squirrels. I've been thinking about my folks. It always comes in between seasons. The two acorns reminded me of them. Together. Through whatever was. Yes it's been a bit cooler. But this week... Read more →

Layers

Cloth Weaving with plant dyed scrap. Dyed here. This place. A kind of Home Base then. For the shop. And then not. Because it became a place to be for a while. Nine. Nine dujour. I think it's a habit... Read more →