Spirit Cloth

it goes

Yesterday I sat quietly and celebrated a life in pieces.

And the freedom in that.

This morning I posted something new in Small Cloth.

And cried a bit for no reason except release.  It worked.

I am going to go out and cut the weeds/grass. It's hot and wet, and if we don't keep up with it, the new owners of this house will get lost on the way in. Or eaten by monster mosquitoes... I will not miss them.

Some of you asked...

Mom.

In a pool of Silk Velvet.  The cloth mentioned in yesterday's cloth.

1949 I think...

And that cloth from yesterday,

now in the context of Summer's arrival.

How much season is part of us.