Spirit Cloth

Always

I am (we are) the Between.

Between a Fallen Heart... and a Rising Moon. Just to be there.

Is compassion a kind of intelligence?

A simply basic understanding, like connecting dots?

These loose patches, well, I planned to use them in my new class series.  But I needed them now. And I've become unsure about  the new class.  Like I often do.

Lot of folks spend time making marks like stitches on paper. Goes faster but not the same feel to the process for me. The path back to paper will lead me in a different direction I think. The feel of a process is what binds me to it. And the lure of new form pulls me in. Excites me.

Sometimes in between can be an escape from Sameness.

 

 

Moving Beyond

Moving Beyond _____________.

(a little game of fill in the blank, but use one of your own weaknesses. For a change.)

Staying Light

I cannot tell you enough times how important lightness is to me. Cultivating that and sharing that. Always be able to laugh. Lighten up. It puts things in perspective.

It's foggy here this morning. And summer is drooping. I do love fog. I love how it is a kind of darkness and lightness at the same time. How it softens the hard edge and expands the in between. How it just appears and then disappears as if it was never there.

The woodshed is still empty. And I have a lot of stuff I'd rather not be doing today.