Spirit Cloth

And here we are...

... and 9 I was awake at 2 AM anyway. Suddenly, upload speed. Read more →

Still at It

An old cloth called (Nine for)Freedom, found in the pile of The Unfinished. This morning I added the blue ripple. A ripple is softer, more gentle than a wave. In a way, it holds change in balance. Read more →

Karma as a Loose Patch

Note to self: The Puzzle is Liquid. The solutions are infinite. There is no puzzle, only pieces. Of the whole. The question is, can you see what I see? No zoom in here, it is easier to catch by standing... Read more →

Karma

And so, I hold on to sanity, At it's core, in cloth, the 1" square. I start here each day. And then 9. A way to frame it. Today it is a kind of natural darkness. Arranged to seem woven,... Read more →

A Seeing Morning

Good Morning. It's cool. Cool for the first time in a long time. Evidence of cycle. I feel like this one was left for me. Right outside the porch door. Yesterday's confusion led me to a small eye sampler started... Read more →

Still Going in May

It rains every morning here. It just gets greener and greener. Food is growing in spite of critter interference, in the deck planters. Decided to try a patchwork version of a green themed baby-sized quilt Just to show how that... Read more →

Honor

And here, now, a bigger picture. It's a bit like sitting at the laundromat. The washer and dryer are in an alcove to the left. An alcove that they do not quite fit in. We thought to move them to... Read more →

Building with nothing

The word Poof. For the magic of appearing and disappearing. Though, I think, basically a kind of sudden unexplained change in what and where without a lot of why. And perhaps, a bit later, wondering how. More commonly though, linked... Read more →

Just Do Something

Just sitting idle, focusing how hard it is to get started is a sure fire way not to get started. Yesterday I sat around tangled up in that. I went back to nine, which , because I have come back... Read more →

Morning Softness and Unfolding

The "studio" is full of still packed boxes. Let's unpack then. Talk about stuff. Just like that. It will help me understand where I am. A ceremony. Because I cannot sit and stitch. My back feels better but I did... Read more →