Spirit Cloth

Shelters from the Storm

There are Nine robes here. Some are heavy, warm, thick. Some are thin. Some are old, mended, some not that worn yet. And then some are still only imagined. This one is Wind. Hanging so I might look at it... Read more →

Continue.

OK. Life goes on. Time Flies. Back to it. The Endless Wishing Cloth (for now). It's on the table. But I'll put it back on the wall for a moment. First let me take everything off the wall. Clearing a... Read more →

Still Cold

But warm. Cloth is shelter. Especially big cloth. Last night I added Coma to the mix of blankets. And sometime during the night... I added Wind. It's a robe, but it can be a layer in a pinch. I have... Read more →

November wall

November. I always casually think of September and October as the big change months here. Physically everything is becoming different. But November. November is when it really takes hold. Inside. Something like a chill. But really a pulling INward. This... Read more →

Wind and Ice

This winter seems the coldest I remember, maybe because we chose to face the cold in a more head on way. Knowing its presence with every choice made in a day. These icicles on the roof actually changed direction in... Read more →

Cold but Warm in February

The Bird robe and the robe called Wind work quite well together. Warm as toast. One over the other. Neither finished. And it matters not. The streaks in this photo come from the old mirror inside a closet door which... Read more →

Story clothing

What we might wear has so much to do with the weather. And what's on hand. Who we are. Partly Cloudy. An early morning inspiration while testing the fermentation vat . Just right. Partly Cloudy and a Slight Breeze. This... Read more →

Looking through Wind

The What-iffers and I , we have spent a bit of time slowly thinking about white, the sense of it, as light and looking through. Cloth as a dream state. I am caught in the thought this morning that something... Read more →

inside (the) Wind (robe)

Tossed. During the process of reinforcing. I enjoy the truth in things like this. She said to herself. And in this moment I also like the sense of order and change that coexists. Read more →