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.
For Soul-o. His view. He loves to watch the goings on from here. He wandered between this new home and "out there", sometimes resting in the path itself. In between. Sometimes facing in, sometimes out.
The center (of the Basket Self) is where ever you are.
I have used the term design mending for a while now, all these years of working with cloth. Today, as I think of working in layers, how that is how image happens, (even if it is layers of time) I realize that all design is a kind of mending. This is important to me. My going.
While resting in a nest of dayswhich 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.