Spirit Cloth

What is a life?

I so relate to a basket of scraps.

There is a mirror across from the bed, on the closet door. This is a pic of the reflection. I was trying to get a pic of soul-o, but the pic was snapped before I was ready. So here we are. Me almost 71 and he is getting older too. Sleeping in again. 

We are about to remove that mirror. And the closet wall it hangs on.  Maybe ourselves. With a hammer. It'll be a mess. But we don't care. This house is just too "house", if you can get that.  Who needs closets?  Not me. I prefer baskets. Or just less stuff. We need light moving through.  The walls without heating vents, we think they need to go. At least that is the thought caught today.

Meanwhile, looks like a bigger snow coming at the end of the week... so off to the market we go. I made a note to self, to grow and freeze or preserve more veggies next season. Get organized in that regard. 

I needed some sun. I will talk about this one eventually. Maybe I said that already when I started it

10 years

or so

ago.

regeneration

Cut, wait and see.

Yesterday rain all day. I sat and stitched for hours. My back hurts, I am achy and tired. This is the new turn of events, how funny, now these days, moving makes me feel so much better. Maybe I should build something else instead of cloths. Everything is patchwork, in perspective.

Winter's Sun

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.

When the Sun is Hiding...

The sun came up, almost,

but now it is raining, leaves and water,

figures I just washed the car after 2 years.

A sun roof then. 

I keep finding feathers.

I imagine building a loom out on the porch. After the roof gets fixed, part of which will be skylight. To let the sun in. Cheaper than wood these days, believe it or not.  And I went all out and ordered a drawing table.  I didn't need one, I wanted one. Going to hell with myself. (An evil laugh)

I am not an artist, no, I am just going. To see. I need not more.

I wrote this on a scrap of paper yesterday, and then I think the man threw it in the fire by accident. Because it's gone. A hearty laugh...

The Boy will visit today. That will be like the sun is out.

18 degrees. Feels like 3.  Never sure what they mean by that. If it feels like 3, it's 3.