The wall, sideways. In November. With more light than normal. After a long chilled rainy night, the sun is out. Almost blinding. I turned the photo. But really, maybe, I will hang everything upside down or sideways.
It's cold but not freezing yet. A glorious crisp in between cold. I am unrolling everything today, a sort of seasonal ceremony. Covering the walls in the unheated part of the house. Maybe to warm those cold walls with evidence of a heartbeat. Also for new eyes. Looking at things in the cold is different. Weather. Still thinking about weather.
Then finishing some repairs and arranging for the big chill. There is snow coming. We are leaning in. And while fixing up the loft for sleeping in the heated room, I found More Cloth. Damn. Undoing more is taking way more time than I figured.
The only cloth I will sit with this week is Home, the Magic Feather Cloth. A big journey made up of many small ones. Today I will hang it up in the warm room. Gather all my thoughts. Without words. Ready it for the biggest Journey. The Giving.
Sometimes when you look back on days they seem to make sense. But when you are in them they don't. That is just the way it is. I think story is that, the sense of it all. All of a sudden pieces fit. In a flurry they gather to say something.
The heart, where it started, is still a flap. I secured it with a safety pin for now. Forever maybe. It can be undone. Redone. It's a pocket.
I didn't know if I could do it, but I did. I cut through and wove a nine patch in some black silk. A fragment from a scarf from Grandma that she wore when she was mourning. Later she liked it because it warmed her to know it was OK. She told me that. I remembered. She gave it to me without telling me again. And now, like weaving does, it went through. This smokey black nine. Which has given darkness some natural order.
It is very important. This bit of darkness. It will help me complete something. This is when things happen fast. Because it is right.
I have a lot to do today to catch up. I know some folks have signed up for Small Journeys while I was offline and I have lots of emails to read. So let me do all that. This blog will have 2 layers now. After this post. As Small Journeys take hold as a new format. Thank you all for your patience. The new wiring and connection seems worth the investment. Easier going. Somehow, in these crazy days it has become October and I hadn't even noticed.