Spirit Cloth

Roots and Waves and Upheaval

New Roots. At sunrise. Roots always seem ancient to me. But they are also a symbol of continuing. And newness then, a way to hold in the going. I was glad to see these this morning. The year has been... Read more →

Bigger Cloth, higher ground

For a while, smaller cloth. But the unrolling has been a reminder. Coma here again, still ragged and raw, still holding together after years and years. A documentary, a teacher, a blanket, a world. A timekeeper. A journal. An open... Read more →

What Time is it?

Time... it's a point of view. This one, I'm not linking back (Summer Solstice I think) because here it is. The Tendency to Shift. A basket self. A frame of mind. And I just looked out the window and it's... Read more →

The Fullness

Here I was playing with loose dyed patches and a more fleeting alignment. While thinking that letting go of time is the only way to grasp it. Eventually. Because we are always in between. Read more →

Sort of but Not Really

Am I here? Sort of. It feels like this. Going in circles. But then not really. But then in perspective, always. I ended up making frames of mind. And now using them as just that. Filling the empty spaces/holes. I... Read more →

Circle games

This morning continuing with combining components in new ways. Folding circles, again considering time passing... as a component itself. I might just rename these from time passing to Eventually. Eventually fragments. They might be very handy to build a story.... Read more →

Connection in February

Sunday. the 12th of February in the year I turn 66. (Not today, but soon) It might have been Michelle's comment. On yesterday's post. Today's nine is the closest thing I could get to violet, rummaging through the prepared squares... Read more →

Day 2

Still, in between, slowly emerging as if from a cocoon. Thank you, Peggy, for the lunar phase calendar. A lovely timekeeper. I love it's broader view. The rhythm in that. New paintbrushes, a gift to me from me. I love... Read more →

MapMending

The sun is out. Old sea, she greets me each morning. Soul-o likes it better ON the table. I did not record the making of this one. Not like I do now. Long ago, I found a roll of old... Read more →

Patch

There will be no sunshine today. I saved some from yesterday. This is the avocado I started from a pit last year. I didn't think it would make it. But it is fine and strong. It needs a bigger pot.... Read more →