Spirit Cloth

before coffee

Winter's Sun

Yesterday. There she was.

The pond with no name. Miss Pond I have been calling her. I don't know her well enough yet. We can only see her when the leaves have fallen and the light reflects in the morning.

What is it about Winter's light?

There was a lot of considering.

Yesterday's self developed In Sympathy with a Winter's Sun. Thinking, the triangle at the bottom...a mountain...might be a new symbol. The mountain...as a challenge. She rises above it like a winter's sun rises above a cold hard truth. And these, the thoughts today, of vibrating outward, being a source of warmth, which in itself might encourage growth, growth itself being a form of the same, reaching out, and then, how enlightenment grows from darkness, and how you can never have too many eyes. Suddenly the mountain here became a kind of negative space, like poof, it's not a mountain at all and there are new eyes and suddenly she can see she has simply grown sky legs. Did the Winter Sun just whisper, yes, be lighter?

She is not done.

There were family gatherings but we were not part of them. I had thought of Pizza but there was light fasting and gratefulness and a bit of winter garden prep, a roaring fire and good sleep. 

Today it is raining, soon to turn bitterly cold with a chance of snow. I hope so. Winter Sun on snow brings great light-ness.

x

I don't know why this one is so difficult to photograph, just elusive in some sort of way. Perhaps I see something that cannot be seen outside a dream. The thing that remains in between.

The X emerged, I don't think I have talked about that symbol much. I have been gathering thoughts for a while. It is a combination of conflicting thoughts having to do with the unknown, crossing over, and placekeeping.  Not to be confused with the cross (which is here too.).  But my words seem inadequate this morning and I need some time ...

Anyway, this one is complete in the context of the day. Pinned to a bit of Sanity. The Heart of Season.  And the thread that runs through it. 

This is an old drawing that is very much at the root of my thread theory. 

Very old, like 60s.

I love it more today.

I will use it to pull me through to some new form of understanding. 

 

Karma as a Loose Patch

Note to self: The Puzzle is Liquid.

The solutions are infinite.

There is no puzzle, only pieces.

Of the whole.

The question is, can you see what I see?

No zoom in here, it is easier to catch by standing back, in perspective.

September

It finally stopped raining . Water that is.

The lightning last night was spectacular.

I finished the spirals.  And I will go ahead and put an edge on. I hardly ever make the edge the last step. The edge makes it a place. Shapes context. I will edge it in red. Red, courage, red holding center, now red on the edge.  A ring of courage which has me remembering the ring from so so far back. My first symbol. Somehow I am closing a circle.

I have always lived with clutter, things.

I just want simple now. Just cloth.

I do believe everything small here will become big. Large cloth is a life process.

Except what I pop into the shop in the clean up process. Maybe just to share some scraps of self. Help pay for some chimney repair.