PM... With the storm still tracking right for us, today we got some stuff gathered and taken care of. Wood stacked in the garage, kindling gathered, drains cleared of leaves,
sandbags, 20 bottles of water. Batteries, candles, peanut butter,
raisins, beans, soup, wine. And the Magic Feather Cloth has a place of its own
to grow . On the glass table in the room with the most light, in case we lose power.
Ready. For tomorrow, and then the next day. And the next. Hopefully.
A finding. One of nature's finest pieces of shibori. A memory of days. A prediction of others.
We are on storm watch here once again. Frankenstorm they are calling it. Hurricane with snow? We will be bringing wood in today. In case. I wonder how many storms she remembers? Faced. Still a bit aloof, but she is keeping her options open for quick shelter. At least it seems that way. I think she has many homes. Developed a skill for that.
I've added a flame to the inner circle of HOME. For extra warmth. More fire inside.
And this magnificent woven piece, because I like its reach. Weaving is a lot like story telling to me. The way it concentrates and focuses the materials available. Strengthens a thread.
Home. It becomes more.
I have been a bit out of balance because of an accidental wipe-out of emails and contacts (and they call it a smart-phone?) , but comments are re-enabled and the shop will reopen soon. If the storm hits, as expected, the power will be down here for a few days, as always. Here on the coast the wind has the upper hand. And that is just the way it is. Keep you posted.
What started out as a simple sampler over at 101 changed into a bit of Halloween cloth, and now has morphed into something I want to call Politics as Usual. In Sympathy with the human season perhaps. The idea of the mask is a lot scarier in real life. This cloth cannot heal, but it might be a good reminder. And that would make it more useful than just a little holiday cloth.
Some behind the scenes time, simply stitching and securing the elements (so generously donated by others) of HOME. This morning a lot of the butterfly patches I have quietly added have been connected to define a flight path. Which defines the space to move and grow.
Scraps of self. Like leaves. Falling together in sympathy for the season. Winging their way into the day. A nine lives patch. A nine patch as a wing, or so it seems. This year will see many wings. Many things as wings. Things winging. Winged things.