And the Older said...
You stand.
You breath, let it move through.
You go.
Sometimes just to see.
Don't be discouraged.
Absorb the magic of days.
It rained, it snowed, the plow guy didn't show, 7 degrees, it froze, no unfreeze in sight, the only way out is to slide. Or fly.
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.
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Some of us are luckier than others. We have time to consider time. I suppose you could call that privilege.
Time is not Money when you have enough. Time might even be a gift. The spell is broken, I am remembering the dream.
Be home.
Imagine if there wasn't one.
The greens.
I soaked them in a bit of rainwater and lavender soap. Rinsed, but hoping it will rain on them later.
I tightened the clothes line a bit, it was sagging too low. I hung them out to dry. Cloth makes me love laundry.
It feels like I came home finally. I am breathing with more ease. It was a long winter without knowing the green here. There were little brown toads in the moss this morning. Near the edge of the wood. Less than an inch long. I let them be.
Field. Many definitions, but for me a space defined, chosen, within all other spaces that might act as a guide for focus. As in field of vision I suppose. And then and course, a place for wild open growth and play. An open field. Like Feeling Free. I play with the circle a lot, but not always. As I look at the quilts I have made, these shaped overlays, fields of focus, are fairly constant. Sometimes they happen at the beginning. As a base. Sometimes they are a tool to bring things together at a later stage. They are a layer of thought. Sometimes there are so many I forget. But they can often be used to explain how one thing might become another.
Still with the circle this morning, I tried more than one. And the overlap (another kind of alignment) seemed an eye opener.
This piece that was hanging on the porch back here. Working with that, what-iffing, not on Wednesday, but hey. Again stitched over pen lines. Inspiring radical change on this cloth and also a larger application for a big cloth in the back of my mind.
Digital musings for cloth and maybe paper. And imaginings, not yet recorded from the well of memory unspoken.
And then, as I turn to press publish on this post, I see this. On the top of the patch basket.
From Glennis. And I think of overlap as form of Kindness. Friendship, Sharing. Sharing will bring new form. Maybe the simple beauty in this drove deep into my heart a while back and although I forgot, I actually remembered. Time is magic.
I am grateful, in these difficult times, that we still might find time and ways to share and be kind. Let's focus on that. If we all do it, we will all be OK.
Yesterday's wind was wild. Power is out all around us. And we have been spared. Just a few flickers.
Late in the day, the rain (so much rain) stopped, and the wind subsided except for an occasional gust. The constant roar of the storm suddenly went silent. Suddenly Sun.
We decided to walk the property, for the first time actually. All the way to the borders that were marked by the survey we had done before we moved a few months ago.
The house is on high ground and most of the 5 acres is on one side of the house. From up there it seems more of a rough thicket. But we realized that it is quite open and flatter than expected, once you get down the hill.
Many trees are young and leaves on the ground are thinning to reveal a mossy floor. We can make a clearing. It breathes. Lush. Bordered by stone walls.
And there it is, The Water! Popping up here and there and separating us from our neighbors who we have never seen. I think they are summer only folks.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. Perhaps What If (?) Wednesday. We can consider Wednesdays THAT. I am ready to talk about Large Cloth. We are so lucky to be able to Hunker Down...and around. With this Earth like a blanket.
Almost 70. Yesterday. Ha, like me!
Rain, sun, wind, fog. No snow. That's coming next along with cold.
The Japanese Andromeda bloomed. Must have been overnight. Reminding me that life goes on even when it doesn't. New York, they say, now has 40% of all cases in the country. The car won't start, even after replacing the battery. The small repair shop within walking distance, a loooong walk, is thankfully still open. We'll see.
I saw my first groundhog this morning. He comes to eat the kitchen scraps I dump in the compost. I haven't rigged up anything official yet in terms of a bin.
I have nothing to show you today, and I have not done a video test yet, but pop over to Shibori Girl Studios. Glennis has set up a page for Moon Making Videos, some how to for all you indigo lovers. I know a lot of you have asked about the process and I don't really teach that... And if you are learning something and enjoying her gift, please consider dropping a few coins in her basket, there is a donation link in her sidebar. Things are tough, more so for some than others, especially those who rely on small business that has all but dried up in this crisis. Every little bit helps. And when things get tough, the tough seem to keep going and giving. I learned my indigo skills from Glennis and I am for ever grateful for her generous spirit.
And say hi for me.
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So Ragmates, the audio seems to work as is, and video is just a matter of getting my ass in gear. I will begin soon. With no plan, no agenda, just going. Here, where the group is more likely to be smaller, more intimate. Safe. More like simpler times. I will ratchet down a few details over the weekend because all I know now is:
Patchwork in Perspective part 3
Large Cloth and whatever else gets us through
Thank you as always , for your kind support and company.
Some Sadness I guess
as I glanced from the window off the Bigger Bedroom.
The view from outside the porch. Suddenly I thought I knew how it felt, more clearly, the confinement. But then, it was more clearly how it might just seem from outside. He is safe. Healthy. Reconsidering boundaries. Loved. And more loving. From inside you would never know.
Pinned to the center of the Endless Wishing cloth (a larger cloth) today. The March stray. Alone but not. Sheltered from the storm. Again.
Thought caught: A large cloth might be a shelter to smaller cloth. And a way to put things in perspective.
So, my final decision is to host Part 3 of Patchwork in Perspective, large cloth, here on this blog, Open, with the option to donate if you are so inclined, or if you are able. Some media content will be hosted on WordPress/ Feel Free pages but the gateway will be here. Ok then, that's that. When? That's next. Maybe better sooner than later. Maybe start real slow...let me check on batteries for my audio recorder and make sure my video skills are still there. Or whatever, let's make do. The last hurrah!
No agenda, just going, grateful for the company.
I will update my Feel Free Newsletter soon.
The Gallery/Shop?, nah for now, too much about just me.
Off to finish my taxes. Tomorrow will hopefully be another day.
Love.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung