Spirit Cloth

More wind

With gusts at 65 mph early this morning,  we huddled in the memory of the last storm.   Wind in the dark.   The song of the wind has changed  as it moves Across the water.  And then unobstructed   by missing trees.    There is more of  a warning of its coming.   Luckily only parts of trees have fallen here this time.   

I have placed a new wind catcher on the back of the Wind robe.    An ancient  wiser fringe.    I have renamed this  robe, that Dances in Sympathy with Wind,  Across and Through.  It moves  with it.

I will not be saying much here and around the web for most of February.  Taking care of Mom,  finishing part 1 of Diaries,  and this robe  among other things.      Things are a bit confused at the moment,  but with Spring will come that seasonal clarity.   New beginnings.    

I will update my newsletter mid-month to keep you posted about goings on.    Thanks for hanging in there with me.

Trapped

After a really  warm winter, and no Was, we are overrun with mice here.   They look so small in the trap.  I look and think... I know the feeling.

I don't feel too bad at this time of year, at least it is not cold outside.  She is a beautiful brown and she is pregnant.  Good timing.

Moontide

In.

Out.

Still. No visual here on this cloudy super-moon sunday,

just a sense of  some exaggerated timekeeping.

A ceremonial  rocking back and forth.

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Today is  reserved for imaginings.

Pillows and place

Cloth you can lean on.  Or wrap yourself around.   Pillows .  Pillows have a kindness to them. They offer comfort and time to dream.  A sense of place that you can also take with you.   And I think we have a new category.  Pillows.   And a new workshop.   Spirit Cloth Home (soon to be a new shop category as well) .  Something for  the winter months perhaps.  More info soon.   For now,  I will leave it to your imagination.

The man and I were chatting about how to run a class while traveling.   Wouldn't that be cool?    Have you ever been to Turkey?

8 AM :

bending rings.

3:13 PM

 

later...

a patch of rose colored sky

mom and i just sat around talking today. there are things to be talked about. i added a patch of rose silk to this fragment because it was in my pocket. luckily i also had some rose colored thread to make it more comfortable.

i'm home now where bigger cloth is waiting.

self to self

this morning i am holding the conversation close. framing it up and adding some memory of patchwork which is always a resting place for me. 

i ran out of words a couple of days ago . this conversation is going somewhere without words. i am using that to get back. allowing some sympathy for my mood.

yesterday i was quite pleased when i removed a few strips of cloth from the rose colored liquid made from red onion skins, petunias and oak water and vinegar.  boiled for a while and the rested for a week or so. cotton, linen silk. they each have their own character.

and so things seem rosier today.

and the dogwood is playing right along.

season can keep you going.

and today i was moved by this.

day 6

the day started the same way, with flashlight and morning light welcomed.  the big oak lies a few inches from the house. she fell hard but spared us. this morning we have power. power that will be up and down for a few days as they repair damage. but power all the same. so i am here to say that we are ok. and to thank you all for all the kind words and concern. we are inconvenienced but lucky really, my heart goes out to all those who have been displaced by the storm. we have our home, leaky as it may be, we have home.

it was the oak... and the mending of its spirit that inspired a hurricane cloth.

i will be back to normal online goings on in a day or two, as soon as the power becomes stable. and it is september.

i have missed many emails , i know, a bit more time is all i need....

through my sails

music for this monday morn, just because i like this one so...

 

Still glaring
From the city lights
Into paradise I soared
Unable to come down
For reasons I'd ignored.

Total confusion,
Disillusion
New things I'm knowin'.

I'm standing on the shoreline
It's so fine out there
 
Leaving with the wind blowing
But love takes care.

Know me, know me
Show me, show me
New things I'm knowin'.

Wind blowing through my sails
It feels like I'm gone
Leaving with the wind blowing
Through my sails.

neil young

and i am still working on this one. this feather tree. it grows slowly. 

what i really like is how "the perfect circle" has morphed into something egg like.

and i really like this

 

a softening

 but then, again, it defines.

6 more feathers flew in today