A white stone in the center of this cloth thought is needed.
The rings of my basket are like ripples. In space. Like ghosts of breaths taken.
I will ease into Summer with fewer postings. More Space. I have finished the Feather Cloth we call Home and now I need some quiet time to prepare it for travel. Collect, recollect its story. I will share more photos before it flies. I have spoken to Wendy. How long it has been. How much of this crazy life this cloth holds. How this is good. We are ready.
A lot of things will keep me somewhat wordless for the summer. For those of you who are subscribed, I will set my Small Journeys postings for Wednesdays, What if Wednesdays. Small Journeys will continue through Labor Day (Sept 7) at which point the series will end. And I will embark on some bigger journeys.
There is a bunch of thin cloth hanging between the drafty kitchen and the room we heat. The kitchen is between the studio and that warm room. I replaced the heavier one because I just couldn't stand not to have some light coming through. It helps to hold the heat. With an occasional cool breeze.
Soul-o loves it. He chases shadows and runs back and forth between the sections, especially at night when the firelight makes it seem like a dense fog in the wind.
March is a bit like a curtain between seasons. The kind you cannot pull back to see more clearly. More like a fog that lifts on it's own accord. And it's been hanging there.
I placed a square of very thin cloth (I used to test the indigo vat) over the patchwork from last week. I like what it did to the grid. It erased the lines. Made a window. But didn't destroy the sense of order. The thought. In my mind I can see through it.
Three is always more indication of going than two.
So I am just looking at these three today.
Two weeks and a day. A day that seemed bigger than a week.
Note to self: Dividing space gives me a sense of time. As place.
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Sometimes a day seems like things in a row. Connected.
And a week, a chunk of those.
Counting is like going but not Just.
Measuring is counting, recording.
Story is recounting.
Another week in March has passed.
And still it is cold.
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