Spirit Cloth

Let's Soften

There was mist this morning. Mist is an old friend. Friends are teachers.

The next growing season will be here soon enough. Have you saved the seeds?

I will take advantage of these unusually warm days that have blurred season's edge and string some clothesline in between trees. Big Cloth needs room. And I need fresh air.

More evidence of the spirit of IT

There is less.

There is more, more space.

The angel will stay. She is the keeper of the stairway.

I've been stitching (just to keep going) to extend the vertical.  A kind of vibration. In the empty space above and below center.  Where the evidence of standing is not always evident in the looking.  More like the sense of it.

Just Move with the Spirit

Still a bit of stitching required beneath to complete the sense of standing.

Under   Standing.

Almost August

Hey.

I can say that July was the fastest and slowest month I ever remember.

Or maybe I have lost all sense of time. And place. 

I'm detached. I am here. But no longer home. Maybe it was just a necessary step. Making space for the new. Even if it is unknown. Making a place to hold it.

Soul-o has a cat mat.  It's a doorbell thing.  He sits there, it dings, we come and open the door. As long as there is a door and it opens, it's OK. His sense of home is simpler. I can learn from that. 

A few things.  There is a new post up in Small Cloth today. The Spirit Cloth shop is closed until I relocate but the ThreadCrumbs Shop will remain open, home for all supplies, classes and small works for now. One Place, easier.  Going forward, I will be posting on Wednesdays, once a week, for both parts of Patchwork in Perspective.  At least until things settle.  We found a place with a long drive in and a long view. More land less house. Maybe it will be that one, but still looking.

 

Focus

Hard to find it these days.

A place for time.

Drifting in and out of sureness.

But there are ways.

New post up in Small Cloth class today.

I will not be here tomorrow.

On and On

No place yet.

Just space, the endless in between.

Perhaps it is just meant to be a reminder.