The Oaks are turning.
Unlike where I moved from where it was almost all Oaks, here it is mostly Maple and Hickory which turn first, the leaves falling before the Oaks begin their transition. I realize in this season, watching the colors has helped me draw a map of how things grow here, in my mind. I am learning by color and timing and relationship to climate. The woodpiles which we have just started to use, have hats fashioned from old pool covers.
In the Nest of Days, I focused in on that woven eye. Vision changes from day to day. Some days I see with my heart. Other days I see with my mind. An eye, for me, vision, contains both of them. Must contain this balance. I just said that to myself. Knowledge is a feeling I also hummed.
I would like to weave more eyes. What if I weave more eyes?
