Hard to believe we are already moving into November.
The month of October has been a ragged patchwork held together mostly by looking.
Looking. It is a kind of stitching in a way. I like that. The LOOKING STITCH.
Slows you down and undoes expectation, yet it is like making something without the thing in it. Stitching together the in-betweens.
The big old oak that fell during a hurricane a while back, she offered so much in terms of warmth over the last seasons. The wood is gone, but her heart remains. This season the old stump sprouted again.
Grape leaves are so big this season, they are like blankets, now drying and curling. I love to watch them over these transitioning days.
Everywhere I look, scraps of summer. Nature's design mending. Things becoming small, making space for becoming bigger. One letting go to help another hold on. And no hard feelings.
I will spend the day making sure PATCHWORK BEASTS is in order. I am enjoying revisiting all of it. I want to make it open before I consider patchwork in more detail. So I might refer to some old points of view to balance new ones.
