The big transition has begun. A blustery day.
Ushering in cold and the possibility of a bit of snow early next week.
The Japanese Maple is the star of the show at the moment.
Winter is around the corner. I expect most of the leaves to come down with this week's storms.
I've been quiet. A bit blue. Unable to catch my thoughts in words or stitch.
Then. This morning. A dark morning. Without turning on the lights. I sat with this one . Near the big window. So I could see the rain, hear the wind.
I renamed it. The Thread Dancer. It is, an older self. But one that remains focused on building, connection. I spent a lot of time trying to secure the fringe that extends from the woven mask-face. A bit like trying to catch the wind. I imagined myself as a thread, the thread, and that helped. The position of the fringe kept moving, like the wind, there could be no plan, just going with the energy at hand.
The porch roof, now protected with a tarp, will wait for repair until at least March. Still I think to myself, maybe it could be ok like that forever. A cheaper solution for sure. We'll see.
If you look closer, you might see the birdbox we created by recycling an old mailbox. I will weave a roof from windfall. And grapevine clippings. I make a note to myself, what if I could weave a roof for the porch. Yeah, right...gotta love imagining.
