Spirit Cloth

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