Spirit Cloth

Weather

It's cold.

This is an old drawing. From what I now call the library of selves. Not that old but it isn't dated (still not sure that is important, not sure about time). I have a sense it was just yesterday. It surfaced yesterday anyway. I wanted to make a series about this question. In a way I think I'm doing that with the next sharing thing. Expect a Feel Free newsletter soon.

But it's so cold. And this morning I am thinking about weather. How the cold is moving through me. But then weather as something so much like me. How familiar it is. The beauty of the extremes when you step back. The chaos of it when you are in it. How much like weather I become to those around me.

How the weather seems like me moving through me sometimes.

Today it's like that.

It did snow a bit before dark...

I need to fill the feeder.

So Where is the Snow?

Snow is like an eraser. I thought that.

I could use one right now right now. I thought that too.

The man bought me a digital pencil.

I'm doodling.

or undoodling...

Grace, who doesn't like the word doodle, had me consider that.

Do I? Is it too "cute"? No, I do. I like the word doodle. It's like Just Going and Thought Catching. Without too much ado. (adoodle?)

Also, my nickname was Doody when I was very small. And then later, before Jude, in my private journals, I spelled my name Joody. Now, when I doodle, I call myself joodle hill.

Erasing is doodling. And design mending with less. Mending can be taking away. Once I cut off my sleeves to fix the holes in the elbows.

I feel a bit silly today. I erased worry for a few moments.

 

it's december

Or...

Maybe my note for today should be..

it's December and we're no closer.