Spirit Cloth

The Art of Going

Is confusion not knowing?  Or is it a softness that comes to protect you from knowing. A cloud to rest in.

I don't think there is any better way to teach but by example.

That is how we teach ourselves. 

If we are lucky, it doesn't take too much time to realize that knowing is an obstacle to that.

 

 

I flipped solstice over. Took the background out so I could look through.  Solstice past and solstice present.  And I can imagine solstice future very clearly. It is formless. A dream.  And I can't wait to see.

And just like that, I realized that Patchwork in Perspective has suddenly taken on an evolutionary aspect. I need words, but they shall come, in time.

Today we drive to a house by the sea.

Who knows?

I carry my cloud with me. A temporary Coma.

 

Signs

 

All things mechanical seem to have failed me this week.

Technology related. Today it is Gmail of all things. But  I do keep at it.

Technology is a thread.

Here is a blurry pic of  Eye woman . From both sides.

The other side was rather surprising mostly because it's been a while, and as it often happens,  and I'd forgotten how I got here.

I think, to work on this from both sides might be appropriate. While trying to imagine what the inside looks like. 

Vision, Perspective, how it might happen. A double sided CobbleCloth.

The storm moved through

Just one more...

Here. What moves through. How it cuts, erases, changes, even embellishes. How it is also contained. By both inside and outside,like a dream. I suppose "home" is the thing that stands, has been standing here in so many posts. Home is a place but also a sense of place. Maybe even the sense of ownership of space that home provides. I'm thinking so fluidly this morning. It all seems just a sense of something.  How my sense of so many things has changed.

You know, how you know it's over even before it's over. Which is really just going. Continuing. With a sense of something. And how long it takes is not important.  It's not emotional, it is how it is. From your perspective.

I will work on Mo's pennant now. Although I do like it like this. It's ghostly form. Maybe love is simply a sense of something.

It rained all night. Gently. Eventually it stopped.

Eventually the sun will come out.