Spirit Cloth: Cloth is like self

To some, a name might be a plan.

And to others a name might be a finishing touch.

Shape shifting in the wind For me a name is often a moment keeper.

Shape shifting in the Wind might work. For now.

I added some natural fray from a few old scraps of self to build out the lower right corner. Again to accentuate a lean. Again the light was low and the photo a bit fuzzy. I like that too. The uncertainty. I will work on the face a bit more today. It's raining and dark. And way too warm for February. I'm not sure if the sun will come out.

This is the room on the low level, right above the crawlspace, almost on the ground. It's the coldest room and we need a better woodstove. An old insert fireplace is what you see. Rain leaks into the chimney which need to be recapped. But when there is a fire, the whole house heats up, because there is a fan and the heat rises. Quite amazing actually. Dad's paintings have helped me feel at home. There was a lot of wood stacked under the deck/porch which we are still using. A fire most evenings. We had a new gas furnace installed when we moved in so we are not relying on wood. Spent some money but it is efficient, a conventional improvement, and seriously quite inexpensive to stay warm. It is really meant to be a back up for the geothermal/solar that we would like to put here. (burning wood is so bad for the air). A bigger but sensible investment. The question is will we stay forever or is this a step to somewhere else. This is a Big Question. It will take a little more time to answer it. Peace of mind has become a bigger priority than adventure at this stage of life. I can go anywhere with cloth. And safe and warm should always be enough.

We name rooms.

We just decided to call this the Fire Room.

Signed

Problem: Can't see out the window without standing up.

Solution: Stand up.

The days are sunny. Not really warm but the sun hits this side of the house with mighty force and there is a kind of passive solar effect. I realize that might have been a plan, how the house was oriented and built with such small windows. I realize maybe, also, maybe not. But it is as it is. Warmer.

There was a small sunny spot to sit for a while, in this room filled with scraps of self. It was enough to busy myself with a stray self. Just being aware how good it feels. To sew in the sunlight. In managing the layers, I cut from the back of my new "self", to make myself lighter and ended up with a smaller leftover self I hadn't even considered as being there. It was cut from the background cloth and I simply used it to correct or accentuate the lean of the new self. Used it as a patch. You might not even notice. But I know it's there.

Then whispered to myself, nothing has been wasted. There were more scraps from earlier trimming so I went ahead yes, and added those as well. We change but we don't disappear. We rearrange.

There are a lot of ants here. I am working on a way to divert their attention.