The promise is a warmer (than usual) February. Seems like a nice promise. But February here should be cold.
I am thinking about life as we know it. How small that is in the scheme of things. How I will be sixty five this next month.
I guess all I want to do these last few days of January is to close this gap. Seems like such a small thing but really it involves so many things. One of which is to wake up tomorrow to another day.
I added the sunrise. It seems important to this nest of days. I might also sweep the floor. I enjoy that. I remember Mom being very disappointed that she couldn't do that anymore.
I feel like I have been a bit scattered lately. But when I look at this Nest Of Days I feel calm. Sensing the natural order of it all. How I can work with that. Rest in that. How new form springs from it.
Soul-o is in, then out, then back, standing at the door. Like a messenger.
Preparing by stacking at least 3-4 days wood on the porch because of the possibility of deep drifting snow. Hoping for no power outages because it is Cold. Not stitching but on paper considering how we are always between growing and falling away.
How to express that in nine.
I might have time to stitch this while it is snowing tomorrow. And talk about that too.
The fire was mostly on the floor and mostly away from the roof and walls. It's now a gross pile of gunk and we are not even sure what we lost. Some old cloth, some paper. Lots of ash. The day warmed past the freezing mark so we had the garage door open. We shoveled ash. Part of the smoke stink is contained on one side of the house now. The room with all the current cloth work was also open to the air today as well at intervals. Lots of clean up to do. But I think it is not that bad. More shocked than anything else. Maybe a little of that is good once in a while.
There was a gap in the second ring on the Nest of Days cloth. Today I filled it. Not with what was pinned there the other day, but with a loose page from the little cloth book I was working on during Small Journeys, while considering Free Pages. From Scrap Book one.
Another ring is complete. I flipped the cloth to look at it many ways. It seems to work well like this. I like the shift right above the eye. That happened way back here and I fit it into the grid by adjusting the cloth around it.
This ring seems to be about the expected and the unexpected. I am trying to put that into words. It's like the checkerboard built with dark and light and 9s. I planned it in a way. It took awhile but I sort of knew what was coming next as I went along. So much so that I even grew impatient to see it like that. And then. A gap. A gap that stayed for a few days. And now this, the moons, an unexpected filler but really moons are also part of the expected. Especially as a symbol. And now it is all mixed up. In my mind. This ring of days. So that is just a few words about that. Maybe I am considering order vs natural order.
Probably, if we had been out and about a minute longer...
the house may have burned down. Garage fire, the real kind, with big smoke and flames, due to my own carelessness it seems, which got put out but there is light smoke damage in the adjoining room and the air in here is foul.
This cloth, Magic cloth 2. I will hang it outside after a snow bath and hope that it might be salvaged.
Life can shape-shift in an instant.
The cold will hinder clean up and a change of air.
Because I look at the computer screen to much. I'll be changing that.
The truth is, I spend way too many hours in front of this box. It's a lot of work , all of it. Time. Added to the surfing around, sometimes it is a good part of the day. I enjoy it but I'm no spring chicken and my eyes are important to me.
So we'll see.
Winter Hours maybe then. Not nothing. Just less. See how it goes.
I've added 3 eyes to this one, one more than the sketch. And I have a hunch there will be more.