Spirit Cloth

The other side

of wind(robe)

We are off again with the wind at our backs.

Not Counting Sheep

I've not been sleeping well.

Counting sheep is not working.

Ok, I thought, maybe counting something else.

When you are counting, trying to measure a lot of something that's already there, you might start anywhere, just going through them all.  

Last night I counted all the pages that need repair on the Feel Free site. There were 47. I tried to fix one, it took about an 1/2 hour.  Knowing me, I might get to 3 a day considering the current state of affairs. I estimated about 15 days.  So maybe 2 weeks. Not as long as initially imagined. So the site will reopen in 2 weeks. So I ask all you Patchwork in Perspective folks, either part 1 or part 2 or both, can you hang in there?  I am learning that I have bitten off more than I can chew with this website thing, but I am willing to get through this...and I think it will be OK. 

This counting did not help me sleep.

So I moved on to counting Cloth.  I tried to remember, one by one, all the cloths still here with me, the ones I never call finished. I fell into a deep sleep and here I am.  This one, above, the WIND Robe, was for convenience sake, #1.  It was on the wall, so I started there.  This process will bring me peace and has given me an idea for the Thought Catching segment, once I get back to it.  

And so... I woke up and hemmed the sleeves and bottom this morning. I will not pack this one, I will wear it to the new place. If we find one.

And as always, summer fades...

...whether I count days or not.

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 from behind. It is very unfinished. But really not. It's been useful ever since I caught the thought to make it. Complete at every moment since then. This one travels well, being light as a feather. I imagine adding a few more pockets. 

Imagine traveling with only what you might carry. Worrying about the rest when you get there. The Man is a master at that. Me, I'm working on it. Imagining is good practice. And always good for a few laughs. Laughing is also good practice.

So here we are. Imagining. Laughing. And later, walking. It's a beautiful day.