the little Wall Cloth  and the bigger one pulled together.   There was no more Vertical space so i  pinned horizontally and was startled by the Change.   I can't  "word" the change,  but it's good.   So, now….5 across.  Two more rows…10 but then two of the above i have claimed,  so  12.  Half way there. …

this took a while.   i kept wanting to do it but tried not to but ended up doing it….. 9   10   and 11  are all from the same piece of  cloth.      it tells  a  cloth story  about  belief.   about  loss of belief,  or   loss of  a chosen innocence of belief.  of coming face…

it wasn't that late.   but,   DARK.    batteries low.    and i wanted to keep going.    so….the headlamp.   i stitched the 7 of the spiral and still…wanted to keep going but i don't see color so well without natural light.  so couldn't identify who might be 8.   but then,  just here,  were these. …

i am here in First Light with thoughts,  with those final pages of the book,  again  and again and with cloth all over the Table and  small scraps that i pick up and hold and am in the Company of and i stitched these two together just to see how it felt i will keep…

the basket,  to my left here at the Table.   it's there.   somewhere.   under cloth.  a pile of it.     and in front of me,  across the Table and on the bed.   more piles of cloth.      I saw my Self ,   rustling around,   from pile to pile and remembered when we had ferrets…

  the 80's.   Probably will stay that way for a while.   nights  lo  60's,   59.   Could stay that way on through October.    Garden is energized.   Many blossoms on tomato plants,  squash and bell pepper.   the Most yet.   They may have time.  ??? All these i planted around March because i've always been "late",  so…

it matters.   whose edges touch whose.  and how.     Too soon to know much about that yet.   Need more.                                                                        …

as Sun was setting….they came closer and closer.    and settled.   Turkey Vultures.  19 at least.  just next  to the Curry House.   2 evenings in a row.   Every day they are   "up there"  in the near distance,  circling.   But not   Here,   roosting.    so i read that they have begun the migration from these summer…

the Moon.   From Deb Lacativa's hand near the beginning of my time with Spirit Cloth.   the fabric,  from a dress.  Thrifted.   40 some years ago.    The dress,  too small to wear.     but i never could use it.      in this quilt,   these quilts,  it has found it's place.      What if…

Could not  "get through" last eve till   This morning about 11 a,   finally.   I thought about that…how bent i got because for two days i couldn't post photographs here.   Thought about how there are Wars,   Famine and Catastrophic Climate events and i am upset because i can't tap my way into Typepad.     What follows…