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.

A Studio Day

A warm one. Before another polar vortex. I put my winter bitch in the closet.

I will build one small fire, warm up the stove. Since the sun is out, that's enough for the day.

On a lighter note, this will be a Stoodio Day.

The lightness took over yesterday. When I patched Joy back to my center.

Stitching, anticipating February, weathering a storm before it happens, stitching, sewing snow, S(new)ing...? Snewing. Probably with out the context, we might read it Snoowing.  Oh ha.

The patches are half dipped indigo, two stitched together seemed to be a snowscape. The cloth is doublewoven, from an old baby blanket, so I did not add my normal extra layer.  Maybe you remember this Cloth Story. More of those to come. Materials are like good friends, every day you learn a little more about them.

Snow. Storm. Not. Yet...

Swinging. Rocking. Moving toward 50 degrees here. A studio day! Way down, ice later.