Facing the Journey
by jude
I needed to cry.
Categories: Remembering, sense, Stray Selves Series, weathering a storm • Tags: Working in a series
Category Archives: sense
Haven
by jude
closed is never really that comforting…
Categories: design mending, Just Home, REAL JOURNAL, sense • Tags: Composition, Story, Working in a series
Time
by jude
To be alive…
Categories: imagine, Magic Cloth, sense • Tags: Large cloth, Story
August
by jude
What a Strange Summer…
Categories: just going, Oneness, Season, sense, Strange, THOUGHT CATCHING • Tags: Life and Story, Working in a series
space again
by jude
I seem to be lost in space dreams. But not outer space. Inner space, what ever that means, I just wrote that, now I will think about it.
Categories: field, sense • Tags: Composition
Reset
by jude
Everything is changing. ( the pic of the new baby has been removed for privacy reasons) Change. Sometimes, when there is no saying, it is hard to know what. But we, we know without the saying somewhere deep inside. Bit by bit, until suddenly, poof!, new form. Even though we knew, New. KnewForm. The other side of Grow reminded me of that. The other side of Grow is just for that. A reminder. Things happen without saying. Without intention. […]
Categories: sempathetic evolution, sense, the little boys, the other side
Tiny Spring
by jude
It’s been so cold. And now it isn’t. Like a sudden Tiny Spring. Tiny Spring. You know, a moment in the midst of winter when you sense the coming warmth, because you carry season, don’t you? What if Season is a lesson? There are nine scraps here, so Nine for a Sense of Warmth. On this glorious December Day. I am here today, testing to make sure all my housecleaning has been fruitful. To See if there any glitches before […]
what warmth might be
by jude
A fire burning. Lamplight. Contentment. Colors of Autumn. Love. Anticipation? A dream of a Blanket. I have changed the way I store cloth and thread. I used to sort by colors, now I sort by warm and cool colors. And it is funny which colors end up in which pile depending on my sense of them when I sort them. A ring. The birth of a season. A became autumn. It was late, and I thought, oh, I could […]
