I wake at about 4 or 5 oclock.   Make tea,  clear the space on the Table and follow a trail of reading and looking….read any comments to the blog of the night before,  read any posts on other blogs,  sometimes comment then,  but most times just think.  then  news and any related articles.   A…

  in looking back in the Archives,  i saw this.   i don't remember if it was on the wall or leaning against something…it wasn't the image being photographed,  but in the background,  or to the side,   but my heart jolted seeing it. did i leave it there?????? it's a self portrait.   from that period of…

pinned on the back of the Diaries Cloth.    I think i wanted to know what it would look like as a centerpiece to a large,  "real" quilt,   one that could be an actual sleeping quilt…like laundered in a machine.   Like my Tina Quilt that over time and use becomes more.  Becomes soft and MORE. …

  because of the conversation going    round    i began the day by going to look into the Archives here.   I always love it when those who are good at that sort of thing…Link me to a certain post.   i love it and appreciate it so much,  and am always surprised by what i …

        in these last days,  i have been deep into what i have called the Reference Cloth.   and with Jude's questioning at Spirit Cloth the days of the Magic Diaries,    i see that in a certain way,  it is a Return to the same point.   Magic Diaries was a reference cloth…

the black/white magic beads.   In the old days,  they would have been seed beads but then Jude taught    Thread Beads.  even more magic.   7 black and white  ending in a single african red blood bead.     Here,  Crow carries them  and  this time,  since  it's the year of    77,    it seems that…

They all say all the time….she's just like you.       I wonder what that means to her? My X,   this son's father,   Jenny's Father,    rented a 5 bedroom B and B between Oroville and Chico.   He wanted to come for Thanksgiving.   He has.    As it turns out,   everyone has been there.   …

granddaughter Giana.  8 yrs.   I have not been in person with her,  her mother,  her father almost 3 years.   me.   my son.       today the town of Brunswick,  Georgia said no more.    one town at a time.   

  there were many things.    But they were,   uhhhh,  too much.     What was not too much was this first Essential Being  in the upper right corner.   Not too much,  not anything small,  but truly exactly what it Is.   What it has always been and what it has come around again    To Be. …