Spirit Cloth

Persistence

Still at it.

We celebrate every Friday the 13th.

We missed July, this time we remembered.

That's Magic in the background.  The one cloth left on the wall. 

Life is thin

A small life.

Held in a man's hands. (there they are again, those hands.)

We didn't get a chance to consider what to do.

There was a wound on the neck, not initially noticed.  Probably the cat, I posted that on Instagram.  

I buried  the small feathered being wrapped in rose petals.  Someone commented. Cats are Killers. Keep cats caged. I said. Cats are Cats.

Life is thin.

Held together by a thread.

Maybe that's why I like thin cloth. It reminds me.  How things might hold together.

Some of you might know about my love affair with thin cloth.  There are many kinds, but for years I used Harem Cloth, mostly as an under-layer, but it's no longer available from the supplier. I still have some here, bits and pieces which is all I need.  But Grace has found herself with a bit more of it that she can offer up  if you need some, she is offering it by the yard, in her shop.  She will cut what you need.  You can email her ( right click on the "email me" link in the sidebar of her blog to copy her email address) if you'd like a bit to try.  Wash it first.  I cut it to the size I need and soak it in a bowl of hot water. Hang it to dry. 

 

The Man is Home

Safe.

The world is so terrifying these days.

Today, a quiet day. A quiet day is like a ceremony. The rain has gone and we can just sense the warmth arriving.

A day for catching up on sleep and story telling.

I'm eyeing the pattern of holes on the incense burner.

The cloth, Big Sanity, grows even when I am not stitching.

The season has shifted. Everything is just getting along.

A privilege to witness.