This morning, a weather alert and another winter storm to hit this afternoon and last until tomorrow. The icy kind. Power loss alert from the electric company. March arrives as a lion.
I like lions. The wild side of a cat. March is a month of change. A full spectrum of lion patches are forming from stray scraps of self. You never really know what March will usher in. I love March for that.
The winter blues today were not the ones to cry about. The sky was amazing, I felt the turning point most clearly. I have these small jars because kittens really like chicken baby food and that is how I got Soul-o to eat from my hand and begin to trust me. These little jars are perfect for dyeing little scraps of self. Mostly that's about all I need anyway. And I thought about small. And I thought about reach. And I thought about them together. And I thought about attribution again. Still considering that.
And I might have a bit more to say about this lovely blue on silk. But let me wait a while. A few more little jars are sleeping. The string. I made it myself in the almost dark by firelight.
And then, a burst of orange! A visit from the great and mighty Tang. Right out of the blue.