One corner of the wedding quilt. Last night. The cloth folded and placed before the fire. For tending the fire. To kneel on when keeping the flames going. Old knees.
The old star holding the reflection of the flame. That is what I noticed early this morning. How the warmth dyed the cloth. For a moment. It was quite beautiful. And I became friends with winter again.
Pulled Across Moons is a good name I think. I like this one very much.
And it is raining again. And then it will snow. And rain. And then snow again. With a little rain mixed in. December soup. I think there might be some sun on Friday. Soul-o hid my little Solstice Cloth. When I find it I will talk about it.
... a nine patch appearing and disappearing...as I momentarily consider shadow. Light and dark are really so much like magic. That is where my symbol comes from. That is what I mean by magic. How things appear and disappear. How amazing that is.
The rain had us up at 3AM. Crazy cat time. I was tired but made coffee and did a little considering, hardly noticing that Chicken here went back to sleep.
Continued from here. Just patchwork unrolled. New thoughts over old.
Let it become.
Didn't sleep at all last night. Not tired at all this morning. I seem to be floating between night and day in a new way. I think something new is giving me rest. Maybe Considering is some sort of nutritional supplement. Or is it REconsidering? I need both. They obviously feed me.
I am thinking about story today. Each time you tell it it becomes new.