December 10, 2013 in Basket Diaries, Cloth is like self, dream catching, Gathering, keepers, little things, old cloth, place, scraps of self, self portrait, stars | Permalink
Looking back and looking forward at the same time left her suspended. Suspended in December.
Wrapped in winter's coming.
Not yet needing spring.
Left her able to rest in just the sense of season.
That Just Going that has found its perfect direction.
She hoped to learn this way that one thing becomes another without judgement.
Yet not without unspoken choice.
She felt close.
She had no bible.
She hung by an invisible thread.
There was no falling.
and a winter moon.
December 09, 2013 in a little holiday cloth, alignment, continuing aka Just Going, how it might happen, impressions, natural order, season, sense, stars, story fragments, trust, wind, winged | Permalink
December 08, 2013 in season | Permalink
AKA becoming comfortable among questions.
Finished. But never really.
December 08, 2013 in across moons, alignment, Cloth is like self, considering, dividing space, dream catching, filling space, natural order, questions, sense, what if | Permalink
December 07, 2013 in alignment, embroidery, spectrum-rainbow revisited, stars | Permalink