Spirit Cloth

winter tangle

 

She seems so much softer now

 

because

...it's a beautiful cold shiny day and singing woman in under the needle again. And it is all one thing.

She has come together  without a lot of saying that could be said, but I still remember each moment.

I am putting together (or trying) a project tracker for the Forever Zone. 

I have come to realize the Poetry of Process.

With New Eyes.

I look forward to

considering/ reconsidering that.

 

It might be a little quiet here now, while I pull my selves together.

 

Storm Watch

Brewing.

Nothing yet.

This morning, suddenly, I could see wind in the base cloth, a storm brewing even. So maybe, for this moment I will call it Storm Watcher. Then maybe later, depending on how it goes, Storm Keeper. The connection is already there. A Story brewing then. A Storm might be like a Story.

Colder and Higher

Probably the most frozen I have ever ever felt.

And the scene outside makes me want to do some pencil drawings.

How many thoughts are just thought and not acted on? That is the question and the reason I will continue with my new series. Still, frozen here. In mind but not really spirit. My spirit is moving toward Unconditional Sharing.

Named it, Your Love is Lifting Me. After a flurry of new energy. And this song, popped into my head. Still, I think it needs a little green.

Those 4 loose puzzle pieces, just gathered for their warmth, the fire inside.

Love. I think of Mo and Rod and then think Higher and Higher, so let me (re)name it that. Happy to find that old song stuck in my head this chilly morn.

4 degrees, feels like -2. But then as I might have said before, if it feels like -2, it is -2.

you sleep, you wake up...

And the Older said...

You stand.

You breath, let it move through.

You go.

Sometimes just to see.

Don't be discouraged.

Absorb the magic of days.

It rained, it snowed, the plow guy didn't show, 7 degrees, it froze, no unfreeze in sight, the only way out is to slide. Or fly.