But honestly I just don't feel like saying a lot about it. Like the sense of spring that fills me today despite the snow expected this evening, the sense of something that has to do with everything I am considering remains unutterable in terms of what that actually might be.
And so it seems to go. I rest between doing and saying. In the between. A seam unstitched. A moment in March that has lasted longer than a day.
This place used to scare me. Now it seems more and more like home.
My son, he has been driving around the US in the last month. Some business to attend to. Some quiet time. Vacation from the work and bustle in NYC. I haven't heard in a while. I sent a text. Where are you? Everything OK?
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.