...it's a beautiful cold shiny day and singing woman in under the needle again. And it is all one thing.
She has come together without a lot of saying that could be said, but I still remember each moment.
I am putting together (or trying) a project tracker for the Forever Zone.
I have come to realize the Poetry of Process.
With New Eyes.
I look forward to
considering/ reconsidering that.
It might be a little quiet here now, while I pull my selves together.
Before Coffee...
A mood swing, I am typing!
As Dad used to say, weather coming...
Dad was a seaman.
He, Soul-o, watches me make coffee. And then we go outside to dump the compost and get some firewood. He loves it when it's still a bit dark. He is a little bit like a dog lately.
This one, which I renamed On The Edge of Season not so long ago, has been on the edge of many seasons. It's under the needle again for Solstice. I thought I might let it go this time, but my thoughts today are...I can just let this one grow with each season, let it be as endless as I can manage.
I have reopened Feel Free. I had considered not doing that. But it is part of me now. Like this place, it has it's usefulness. And annoyances. The email feed here is just awful. It interrupts conversation and flow. Loading media is a nightmare. Commenting on and off. But I still want the day to day to be here. I did a post over there yesterday, and then another less messy one this morning...just to say I am back to documenting process. And for those who cannot seem to get my posts delivered from here, I will put links in newsletter posts over there. I know it sounds overly complex but how ever it works for you, let's just not worry about it. I am blogging here with process links to there. I am cataloging process there with links to day to day here. I will be just going. Just pick your portal.
I zoomed in but it was not clear. I think it was an owl.
I drew.
I thought about that again.
I talked. Please know, since I feel a lot of talking coming on, I talk from my Basket Heart, which needs to be emptied now and then. I am not an expert on anything and I talk to "myselves". I share, so you might know me in my moments. But I am not preaching.
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And then I stitched a little.
I added two new categories here. audio/just talking and drawing. I will need them.
It snowed, just a little...
Yesterday. There she was.
The pond with no name. Miss Pond I have been calling her. I don't know her well enough yet. We can only see her when the leaves have fallen and the light reflects in the morning.
What is it about Winter's light?
There was a lot of considering.
Yesterday's self developed In Sympathy with a Winter's Sun. Thinking, the triangle at the bottom...a mountain...might be a new symbol. The mountain...as a challenge. She rises above it like a winter's sun rises above a cold hard truth. And these, the thoughts today, of vibrating outward, being a source of warmth, which in itself might encourage growth, growth itself being a form of the same, reaching out, and then, how enlightenment grows from darkness, and how you can never have too many eyes. Suddenly the mountain here became a kind of negative space, like poof, it's not a mountain at all and there are new eyes and suddenly she can see she has simply grown sky legs. Did the Winter Sun just whisper, yes, be lighter?
She is not done.
There were family gatherings but we were not part of them. I had thought of Pizza but there was light fasting and gratefulness and a bit of winter garden prep, a roaring fire and good sleep.
Today it is raining, soon to turn bitterly cold with a chance of snow. I hope so. Winter Sun on snow brings great light-ness.
Dense fog this morning. A relatively warm day.
I need to finish planting bulbs.
Some parts of circles can make boats too. And sails I have some of those... most of what I had here was just pinned. So I can switch them around. I needed a small fleet this morning. A community at sea. What if a community doesn't depend on location? There are also those who got left behind.
Fog over a small journey. Fog can be dangerous at sea. And also , I imagine, very beautiful.
I am not trying to be clear here, just dreaming. Enjoying the fog then.
I just like this picture.
Taken before everything was frozen.
Soon, I will begin again, Reconsidering All Things.
Right now, just a thought. Like all things, a place to begin.
Three.
Three is enough but not too much.
Three makes a statement. It goes a bit further than two.
Three has a center. Three can make a line. A path. Alignment. Three might become.
Three jars that need labels.
Three pots waiting to become po(ets).
Three Sisters becoming more. They seem like that today. I tried 3 times to give this away, this cloth piece I made during Thought Catching. The giveaway. Three drawings, three emails and then some. I did not hear back, perhaps it took me too long to get to finishing, I am too slow sometimes. Folks disappear. Change emails. But giving can have many paths. And I feel this one has me on another. What if(?) I put this one in the shop soon. 100% of the funds to go to a good friend in India (some of you know Maura), who does great work with children. I know she tells them the truth. And I can think of way more than 3 reasons that this is a better idea. Let this one symbolize a Circle of Selflessness. That's a thought.
What if I make this a habit? Giving more. We might be in it together. IF, While we can.
Three is a crowd has a different meaning today.
Uncovering small journeys past.
This one came together during Patchwork in Perspective, while considering curves. It's been pinned to things and used to catch thought. But I always return here, it is still a fragment. And I am just looking. At the cloth, and the loose thoughts caught there and thinking they are the same. And then the difference between word and image.
I considered continuing with Patchwork in Perspective. But I don't think I can. Not in any formal way. Things have a much softer edge these days, one thing runs into another. Ambition melts away. I even laugh about it. my momentary lapses in reality.
The man made me a ring from his own hair. And believe me it's long enough.
A Free Form Friday.
No place to go.
And the hickory has turned, while the oaks are just beginning. I made these photos look a bit old, simply because it seems like I have been here before. I like that thought and felt like sharing the feeling.
The little loose drawn patches, from a while ago have begun to catch my interest for several reasons. But as a crossover to my paper work most of all. Been mostly reconsidering paper in the background. Weaving is still what drives my dreams. There has been less time to do but plenty of time for tea. And to imagine.
Good Morning Ragmates.
Today will probably be the last really warm day here.
The maples over the ridge have turned golden. Isn't that amazing?
Been exploring this land. As it turns out, there are walnuts here. Right Here. As Mom used to say...How about that?
The dyepo(e)t waits.
Reconsidering path has brought me to The Tenderness of Place aka Everything is So Fragile (I decided, yes, yes I could, I could name them all that, it works right?).
There are things. I will be away for a bit. Away from here, home that is, here and there, but maybe still posting. We'll see. Just little things, no worry.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung