Spirit Cloth

Frame of Mind

In the context of Sanity. That's how to pull it together. That's what popped into my mind. A heart's path is my chosen Travelling Companion. I'll stitch on that. A past post here. The framing. A bit of clarity (aka... Read more →

Looking through my Windows

Still warm, not filling the feeders much yet. Just a few crumbs so they might practice knowing where to come. A bit of thinking about how looking is not always seeing. If seeing means knowing. But all that became very... Read more →

Windows

The indigo dyed components I am creating these days are following a list of concepts that form a personal system of symbols and picture language. I'm making them into simple units. Building blocks. To continue and clarify the story connections.... Read more →

Morning Through Cloth

Thinness. The window ceremony. . This cloth is being built by Working Outward. And I will be cutting away some of the cloth behind the center woven component to even things out. I often decide to do this based on... Read more →

The Place I've Loved

The moss is still here. I love this picture. It's foggy this morning. The moss seems joyful. To be there. For now. And the trees seem to be growing right out of my studio. This house will be demolished if... Read more →

Maybe it's Joy

The sense of that something, I said to myself this morning. Maybe not just because it's way warm for February. Because, I know, Joy wells up in me. I am very lucky that way. I cultivate it. Getting better at... Read more →

Room

Beside myself. An old piece of artwork. A self portrait. The box, the wings, the breaking out. Oddly, one of the few things behind glass here. The paper is very old. One of the first repairs to the Cat Quilt,... Read more →

Stars like Windows

It is going like this. (continued from yesterday.) I liked the cutting through. The star windows. I mended the idea of one. I made 4. Like secrets revealed. Wishing to some is silly. You may say I'm a dreamer... But... Read more →

Windows 33

I've been saving these for something, for...ever maybe. When does time become forever? I've a busy day today. Post office and other stuff. Away from here. Read more →