The wall, sideways. In November. With more light than normal. After a long chilled rainy night, the sun is out. Almost blinding. I turned the photo. But really, maybe, I will hang everything upside down or sideways.
It's cold but not freezing yet. A glorious crisp in between cold. I am unrolling everything today, a sort of seasonal ceremony. Covering the walls in the unheated part of the house. Maybe to warm those cold walls with evidence of a heartbeat. Also for new eyes. Looking at things in the cold is different. Weather. Still thinking about weather.
Then finishing some repairs and arranging for the big chill. There is snow coming. We are leaning in. And while fixing up the loft for sleeping in the heated room, I found More Cloth. Damn. Undoing more is taking way more time than I figured.
The only cloth I will sit with this week is Home, the Magic Feather Cloth. A big journey made up of many small ones. Today I will hang it up in the warm room. Gather all my thoughts. Without words. Ready it for the biggest Journey. The Giving.
Warm weather has created an unusual October fairyland. It remains so InBetween.
I woke this morning with warm thoughts. I slept well it seems but I felt awake the whole time. Windows open in October. Storms surely coming to knock some sense into it. Exciting. Tension in the breeze.
I'm unrolling. A kind of stretching I think. It feels so good. Undoing Summer self. Considering Winter self. Cloth Yoga. With nothing more to say about it for now.
I just feel grateful for this cloth landscape unfolding before me. The many Small Journeys ahead. What ever they might be.