The sleep loft was very warm. That is not where the leak is.
There was no moon.
But that depends on your point of view. One more day of reconfiguring a work/video space for the cold months. And I will be back to cloth and talking about what I've been doing.
It is cold.
No moon has proved handy.
This one was started a while ago (I recently added a patch of rain...)and has been my travel companion during a few road trips. I will call it going through November. And take some better pictures later. It was so dark yesterday, but the rain is gone and we are left with a big cold wind. And an early winter.
And now the next morning...
I think the stray cat series has evolved into the Through Adventures in a way. I can so identify with the stray. I will make a bigger one for each month. There is more room to stray. Like this which is about 10" x 12" so far. I am using them to record like a calendar and also to explore. New techniques. Which how it all starts. Just Wondering. And then seeing how that might mean something later.
Today will be warm enough to be early September. Yet, they say Friday will be more like December.
I am very tired. Spent the evening in Brooklyn, a nice dinner with the Boy. We hauled a load of scrap wood from his shop to home, mostly walnut which burns real nice. Preparing for the Polar Blast headed this way. I will probably take a few stitches. But mostly I think I will sit and look.
Keep noticing how blue the jays look among turning leaves. Watch the leaves slowly raining.
Tuesday Nov 4. 8:00 AM A small fire. The only one today. It will be warm.
The unusual reverse in temperature combined with Grandma's clock that no longer moves, well, time seems to stand still on this November day.
More thoughts about time....................................
Season. I named it Into November. Noticed how the arrangement has become flower like.
Most of the day was spent outdoors. Autumn chores. It felt like September. That kind that was more like August. Late in the day I took a few more stitches.
And this morning, I pinned Into November over the center of the Magic cloth.
Where it is surrounded by the ring of vision I refer to as the serpent of days. It's a good place to look at it.
4:17PM a new perspective.
Before dark I completed the cutting back of plants still tall with bloom. As the leaves really begin to come down, it is best to have the garden trimmed so the leaves don't get too tangled which encourages insect nests. They easily blow over the hill if they are free. Here, drying blooms from oregano and japanese indigo. I love bringing any part of a season inside.
Actually not UnDone, same thoughts. But no desire to change anything. Not finished but perhaps exhausted... pretty much. I will let it hang there until tomorrow. See. I am looking at the center. That rotation of dark and light. That logic of how it simply goes. Is. The true-ness of nothing more than that. How and What, not why.
I am happy to find this consistency in my path of thought. Though sometimes I feel lost, I keep meeting my real self over and over on each small journey. Finding a simple companionship in that. Thinking about how travelling companions might not necessarily be on the same path but simply meeting now and then to share a moment along the way. How that can be just fine, the way it might go.
It's hot these last days. Suddenly. Very hot. Humid. The center of the season seems to have shifted. We've been up early. Rising in the dark before the heat of the day. This weather makes my hair very curly. Wild.
A bitch alert was issued yesterday. The man took me out to eat and ordered me an extra wine.
Quite like a jungle here. Soul-o stayed out all night. Stretched out on the rail. Probably to catch the cool breeze off the sea while it lasted. There will be naps in the afternoon.
The moon mending has continued. Softening the added edge of this journey.
The basket rim here was inspired by leaf veins. Remember. And my trusty nine patch was inserted in a new way. It became more of an eye. It is an eye really, I realize. Now the eye of the basket. An eye that remains near the edge. Instead of the center. Because I think the basket self is a traveller. But that story will unfold somewhere else.
I like that this cloth became smaller in the process of going. That a sense of SomeWhere emerged miles from NoWhere. I added long fringe to remind myself that even though this cloth is almost finished, the journey is NoWhere close to that.
ThelongerI live,the smallereach journeyseems.
I will bind the top edge somehow and say goodbye.
Button face will show up now and then, I know it.
I will be out in the garden this week. Doing May things.