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.
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.