Three is always more indication of going than two.
So I am just looking at these three today.
Two weeks and a day. A day that seemed bigger than a week.
Note to self: Dividing space gives me a sense of time. As place.
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Sometimes a day seems like things in a row. Connected.
And a week, a chunk of those.
Counting is like going but not Just.
Measuring is counting, recording.
Story is recounting.
Another week in March has passed.
And still it is cold.
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I left the deck light on so I could monitor what was happening when I got up to check the fire every few hours. The wind was light but enough to keep the accumulation on the rail to a minimum. Soul-o hangs out in the cold studio for hours at a time. With the addition of a litter box and a spare woodpile under the worktable, it has become his "outside" in these cold and bad weather stretches . He likes the cold. It works because it is not that cold. Just cold enough.
He scratched at the door between the studio and the kitchen around 5 AM. Had some breakfast and hung out on his new favorite cushion for a while.
I tidied up the kitchen and sat on the floor with coffee and we waited for sunrise. In the quiet.The man snored by the fire.
And So. It seems it is over here. The sun is out. About 21" is what I measured . And this is what I have to show for it. Old cloth might be a measure for season.
Without big wind, this was just big snow. Cold temperatures mean a lighter powder and so I think shoveling it is. It is just winter here for now. And for that we are grateful.
Just paring it down. Looking at the parts of things. (UnDoing is really a kind of Doing she reminds herself.) A kind of less that is more. Considering what you see. This Great Undoing that crept in a while back.... it has been resting. UnDoing takes time. Energy.
And so , as the result of a small journey many small journeys, a new symbol. Still rooted in traditional patchwork. Still square. Time. I am keeping track of all these symbols. They are part of an evolving picture language. A kind of personal puzzle piece system. Because through image, I find words. I know that about myself.
Time, it seems, is loosely at the center of this piece. Which, yes, I spent time stitching on last night. Adding a few stitches and that thing that runs through it. Which at first seemed like wind.
I love that I can say this one is UnDone.
This one is UnDone!
So no longer the year of the Great UnDoing. The time (in my life) of the Great UnDoing. I undid the calendar a long time ago.
Continued from here. Just patchwork unrolled. New thoughts over old.
Let it become.
Didn't sleep at all last night. Not tired at all this morning. I seem to be floating between night and day in a new way. I think something new is giving me rest. Maybe Considering is some sort of nutritional supplement. Or is it REconsidering? I need both. They obviously feed me.
I am thinking about story today. Each time you tell it it becomes new.