I shall not stop dyeing now.

                                                     Life weaves around

                                                     and in amongst you all

                                                  and then in a heart beat 

                                                         it transforms

     
                                                so in the spirit of oneness

                              i shall share my eyes view of this most glorious spinning chunk

                                       of wonder floating in the enormous abyss.

The spiralling creeper outside the window following the pattern of the Golden Ratio

and a garden of delight.

The summer storms linger   

creating a sailors delight with radiant red sunsets.                                                                     

With a sense of wonder i discovered

India Flint,

who honours nature in a familiar spirit to my own heart,

and with our joint love of cloth

and creation, 

i set out upon a new branch on the tree of my life

and 

gave away most of my old clothes,

and started dyeing natural fibres with the leaves laying about the place using only natural earth friendly processes.

a couple of bundles ready for the dye pot.

My new wardrobe - all second hand or hand made, as always - nestled amongst some of the trees who gave of their leaves for the 

colours.

And here on a skirt i made from an old sheet,

-in the first cloth i dyed- 

i discovered 

this most remarkable print,

the spirit of the mistletoe, 

the leaf that created the mark,

here he was staring up at me right in the centre of the skirt. 

I shall not stop dyeing now.