Spirit Cloth

Still Here

I have a bad ankle. From way back when I fell on the ice while taking care of Mom in her final weeks.

Usually it just aches, sometimes keep me from sleeping well. Probably moving to a house with so many stairs was not the best idea. Didn't really occur to me. I always think I'm 20.

He's not really helping.

We are moving toward December. A lot of things are preventing me from continuing here the way I would like to. It's probably not important that I list them. In any case, some time needs to be taken to consider them.  After ThanksGiving, I have decided to take the rest of the year away from the internet. I need less input for a while.  Time away from screens.  I'll be around. Planning to quietly participate in the Daily Dyer that Glennis is offering.  I think that will be enough.  To be on the other side of teaching for a while. Behind the scenes I will finish a big cloth and consider the move to WordPress/Feel Free because technical issues are hampering my ability to share media. A few stray crumbs may end up in the shop as I finish sorting through the stuff I brought here. A few stray snapshots on Instagram. Maybe.  But really less of everything. A quiet December then. To let the rest of 2020 go. December is my mending month, the robes are holding, this time it is self. 

Rest

I'm going to take a nap. Start over.

Well, Hey

9AM here.

10AM...quilting with coffee and thinking.

10:30 AM, the late indigo is struggling to set seed, a good chance of first frost looms.

I wonder if I have enough light inside for it to continue? I want skylights, more windows. But I need to get the chimney fixed. Grow lights maybe? 

So ok, comments show if I use my phone browser for now. Plans to make some changes, but for now, just going. Dealing with it. My struggles seem small really. Summer Bitch is fading, Winter Bitch is waiting. It's a renewable resource.

Open Air

Good Morning!

Always, there are open air ceremonies with cloth.

This one could be finished. But I know it's not. It is already useful as a blanket though.

All day hanging in the crisp September air, hoping no birds would shit on it. They always come sit on the clothes line. But yesterday was windy and hanging big cloth scares them away I think. 

I like how the two sides come face to face here. 

I will let this, HEAL aka Regenerate, rest. Turn my attention to GROW aka Reach. I'll rummage through what's here looking for something like compost.