One corner of the wedding quilt. Last night. The cloth folded and placed before the fire. For tending the fire. To kneel on when keeping the flames going. Old knees.
The old star holding the reflection of the flame. That is what I noticed early this morning. How the warmth dyed the cloth. For a moment. It was quite beautiful. And I became friends with winter again.
The Magic Cloth hangs in the warm room. It has become a base in a way. A design wall. A place to store smaller cloths in process. A shelter. A space to pin a small cloth as it becomes larger. It might seem confusing. But really it helps me see me clearly what is going on. A picture of the flow.
At any one time, I am considering more than one cloth.
All of them, to date, are studies for something else. Once I have absorbed what they offer me, I give them away or sell them. This something else, if I live long enough, might actually come to be.
The weather has turned very cold in general. A few warmer days in the coming week maybe with not much of the above freezing kind of weather predicted for January at all. I've ordered some extra wood from a local guy just in case. If we don't need it, it will just be a head start for next season. Better to think about it before any big snow gets in the way. Today I will shut down the studio. And spend the next week or so settling into smaller. Mending life's design, in order to continue all I do in some sane way, through the coldest part of winter. I will be rocking inward now, posting less until after the New Year. Letting the Holidays simply become a sense of rest, more or less.
Maybe spending some extra time mastering one piece meals.
Tuesday Nov 4. 8:00 AM A small fire. The only one today. It will be warm.
The unusual reverse in temperature combined with Grandma's clock that no longer moves, well, time seems to stand still on this November day.
More thoughts about time....................................
Season. I named it Into November. Noticed how the arrangement has become flower like.
Most of the day was spent outdoors. Autumn chores. It felt like September. That kind that was more like August. Late in the day I took a few more stitches.
And this morning, I pinned Into November over the center of the Magic cloth.
Where it is surrounded by the ring of vision I refer to as the serpent of days. It's a good place to look at it.
4:17PM a new perspective.
Before dark I completed the cutting back of plants still tall with bloom. As the leaves really begin to come down, it is best to have the garden trimmed so the leaves don't get too tangled which encourages insect nests. They easily blow over the hill if they are free. Here, drying blooms from oregano and japanese indigo. I love bringing any part of a season inside.
Sure are a lot of rainy days here lately. Damp. chilled. When it rains a lot I get buggy. I start rearranging furniture. Things. I get that from Mom. On rainy days she used to call me and say, "Whatcha doing?" I would say, "changing the rooms around". "Me too". That is what she would say. She would laugh.
The Man carries a flashlight around at night...when he gets up, because he does that a lot. Just so he doesn't bump into the new lay of the land. Soul-o doesn't mind. Every rainy day means a room already explored is ready again. And he can see in the dark. I think he appreciates the change of scenery.
The rain has encouraged the maple leaves to fall. They are late. I have leaves on my mind. Looking at them glued to the deck there has me considering. How and Where things come to Rest.
I will probably do that for most of the day. Quietly consider that. Surely I will have something to say about it after awhile.