Still Vibrating Outward.
While resting in a nest of days which I am so in need of. All the while considering communication and what that might really be. And not be. And then, feeling older but not weaker but smaller in no sad way. And then feeling free to wonder about wandering without leaving a trace. Asking myself about the obsession of leaving a trace. Marks. Might no trace be an act of kindness in some way? Then. Not having found myself really waiting for longer days but noticing how short they were. Are. How it changes the balance of doings. Being outside in a warm December. Aware of feelings that are usually buried in snow by now. Appreciating the solitude that still flourishes here in this kind companionship. Spending a lot of time doing nothing. But making new squares.
Connecting old ones. By firelight. Knowing I might be able to do the same with my eyes closed .
This new piece is what I am calling Nest of Days. These are all the nines I have been making in the past months, surrounded by the growing darkness. In old blue. Above, I have the small stray that holds center and continues to vibrate outward (which is now aka InBetween) pinned over a nest of days which is pinned over Holding Pattern. You can see the beginning of the next ring of dark and light squares that will hold the center of the Nest of Days. Officially acknowledged as the year of the blankets, 2016 will bring large cloth. A ceremony. Cloth over cloth for a while then. Later they will go their separate ways.
A few days with family, food and wine and I will begin again.