Spirit Cloth

The Circle comes through on it's own

It's summer and it is unbearably humid and hot at the moment. Yesterday, Nest of Days, circle side toward me. Toward the rising sun. This morning, the other side. I had commented that I might want to bring the circle... Read more →

Not Part of a Plan

Just happens. He ran between my legs when I opened the door from the porch to check on the raised bed seedlings. He leaped through the railing and ran beneath the porch and rolled in the dry dirt. I tried... Read more →

Hunker Down and Trust

Seasons are always new. Cycles of change. Though we often trust them as constants. They are not about sameness. They are about evolution. We can learn from them. Saturday there was WinterSpring. I've begun piling rocks. I love that there... Read more →

Light and Dark are magic

The shift is apparent. Might hit 80 here today. Just saying. Note to self, before I go out to the garden. Read more →

a softening

Good Morning. I softened the photos today. Because I can. Because I need softened. I wonder if the yellow walls make the light inside look so warm? Or is it just the nature of the light inside itself? On the... Read more →

Porch Mode

(day 14) And so, he has crossed over. Today we will put some furniture out there. Read more →

Mind Games part 2

I think maybe this post should've could've been over at Thought Catching (Patchwork in Perspective, part 1) But I think it just needed to be here, for now, before I begin again over there. Today, and for the last few... Read more →

Still Lives

Just for a moment... He is still there. I should name him, her? How do I tell? When do the males grow antlers? Here I am this morning, living life with out Googling. Maybe you just know. I left my... Read more →

A Place in the Fog

Unusually warm and wet. This morning there is real fog. Not just the brain kind. And no back pain. What a gift it seems like. Just to wake up without pain. An early rise and some arranging. Finally I can... Read more →

The Here and There

The morning, which is often violet here, is here. I am here. in the violet morning During coffee, colors separate. He has spent much time considering There. I remembered my Father's words, out loud, "when you get there there's no... Read more →