Spirit Cloth

Getting Through

Comments are off here now. While I focus on things to be done. I saw 2 robins this morning. What if season is a kind of breakthrough?

you sleep, you wake up...

And the Older said...

You stand.

You breath, let it move through.

You go.

Sometimes just to see.

Don't be discouraged.

Absorb the magic of days.

It rained, it snowed, the plow guy didn't show, 7 degrees, it froze, no unfreeze in sight, the only way out is to slide. Or fly.

Winter Going

Just a shadowy beginning to a winter's day. A winter self. Worn thin from a sad world. As it sometimes happens.  

Snow over ice. Won't be above freezing for a while. The blues are settling in.

But then thin, always the opportunity, to become like a window. Or to lift off in the wind.

 

Path Way

We are in the middle of a new storm. Still dark here and I don't even want to imagine the snow and rain mix. The yuckiest kind of weather to try to get around in. So I am not going anywhere.

I took this picture  Yesterday. That's a new path winding through the woods. Won't be visible when winter is over.

When we moved here, I brought my attitude with me. My neighbors (the couple is about my son's age) live right on the road below us. About 1/2 acre, 2 teenagers, and an ATV.  Not long after being here, I noticed them walking through "my yard". The 5 acres between them and the next neighborhood over. I kindly let them know how I felt about that. Everyday the youngest kid, 11, rides his ATV in circles around their house . For hours. While I think to myself, I hate those things.

Right after the holidays, while retrieving the mail at the bottom of the hill. I saw them on their deck. I called out. We talked from our own sides over a stone wall.  It was a long talk. Too long for here, I cannot type that much.

I asked about things. I learned about them. The things we have in common and the things we don't. I suddenly said...something I never would have said before... "what if Nicholas could use his ATV to make a path? I said maybe we could all walk through the woods more easily. Maybe he could use the path once in a while to ride through to see his friends over the hill.  Faces lit up. She asked if I wanted to know more about the hiking trails just beyond the hill.

The culture is different here. But people are people. If you try to understand.

I let a lot of things go with the turn of the year. I think that might become more apparent.

So many works I create are about path. Maybe they all are.

 

before coffee