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not finished

Over a foot.

There has been snow on the ground for a week now.  It's warming but first there will be more snow, rain, snow, wind, snow, rain, freezing...

The garden will be changed when the snow is all gone.

The rosemary had blossoms on it last week.

Coffee filters ready to cut and then spin into yarn.

Wintering by Katherine May recently finished but not since I will go back and reread. It's a beautiful book. 

I don't think we ever really "finish" books.

The Overstory by Richard Powers started as a library book, purchased because I had to turn it back in before being able to read more than the first few pages. I am about a 1/4 of the way in.  Thanks Dee for giving me a nudge to make it next.  There are sentences, passages that I keep rereading. 

Ursula K. Le Guin's collection of essays (a collection of blog posts), No Time to Spare, is my current nonfiction choice.  I've been diving in and out of it for quite awhile.

White fabric, to sew with and to dye with. Possibilities.

From my journal this morning:

End of year. Thinking about unfinished. Thinking about books unfinished. Thinking about projects unfinished. Thinking about me…unfinished. The New Year is a construct made by humans, a date, a measure. It doesn’t really mean anything to time passing. It’s a way we (humans) try to impose control and organization.

To be continued...

 

stars and moons

Directions can be found here.

Drying coffee filters on the window so that I can try making coffee filter yarn.

Soon.

I am a builder of boats

I've made about 30 of them. 

Next week they will be filled with chocolate and branches and will sail away.

I have added what we called jelly fish and are now called jellies to my Peace and Plenty blanket. 

I really have two memories of them from childhood, dead blobs on the beach that needed to be avoided and tiny little white ones with something like an "x" on them. We would see around the docks, maybe baby moon jellies? 

That and it wasn't good when they were on the fishing lines...jellies can sting.

 

Some day I am going to go and watch the Jellies

 

 

this December

I thought about an "open house" again or a project that might span the month, but I am too scattered in my thinking right now for much of anything. 

I want to focus on the joyful things of December, the things that are celebrations, not habits. 

I am not exactly sure how that will show up or when.

I do know that decorations will have to be sturdy.  Any surface the kittens can reach is considered part of the playground...

(This is 3 layers + two filters)

Yesterday there was sunshine and this morning rain. 

Chance of snow off and on throughout the week.

 

rearrange things, create

Why not? Why not rearrange where the moon might be?

Why not layer day and night?

Silk thread: onion, indigo (that I grew and fermented), carrot, and red cabbage.

Play.

early Saturdaymorning (melodrama or not)

Early Saturday morning.

Playing a little...

This is about 4 different layers. The beast started as a fragment sent to me by Jude.  It's something that I started, got stuck on and put aside for awhile...years ago. 

That's how it goes for me. I start, stop, return.

A filter added. Change the mood.

Yesterday another trip to the vet for follow up immunizations. Timber escaped out of the carrier twice.

(Gibson was in another carrier.  Would they have been happier together?)

Last night, just before sunset. I think I've finally caught the color.  No filter, just beautiful soft reds, oranges...

The sky was the same color.

One of the two year olds told me this week "go to your room" and then she laughed and said "hi." 

No melodrama with toddlers, just lots of experimentation. 

It's early Saturday morning and a whole weekend before me. 

Thinking about what I want to do.

Can a weekend be a room?

 

 

in other news

Today I spent more time on the north part of the park I visit the most. It's quieter than the south end where the boardwalk and coffee shop are. 

This is actually the end of the park that was most used 30 years ago when I first started to visit.

The part with the rocks used to be right up against the water.  On the backside of the large rock is one that is flat and made a good seat (although cold in the winter). It's actually an art instillation.  The rocks have been cut on various sides and then polished. The light reflects differently off these edges.

During the time I was there about eight large flocks of geese flew over. Honk, honk, honk....

(Red Twig Dogwood leaves)

And then I came home and worked in the garden for a bit.

After reading Grace's recent posts, I've been thinking about rituals.  The small ones, that are part of daily life and may or may not be connected to belief systems.

The rituals that we create for ourselves and the ones we grow up with.

Where we visit when we need a place to recenter ourselves.

I have also been working on the rug. Considering the mixtures of colors.

Thinking about how making can be a ritual.

so what about melodrama?

Awhile back I mentioned that I wanted to consider the word, the concept, the idea of "melodrama."

I think it follows from the idea that so much of life right now still seems surreal.

(It was a dark and stormy night..." And a few days too. I did much better this week at taking a lunch break and pulled this out of my bag to work on one stormy day.)

From my journal:

Melodramatic. How would you define it without looking it up in the dictionary?  Someone who is overly dramatic, overly emotional, over the top, too much.

 
(Did I remember that I had used the term melodrama when I first considered "languishing?")

Just a thought, is there a gender issue? Is it an age thing (teens). If we talk about climate change, does someone who disagrees say you are being "melodramatic?" Over stating the issue?

"You must pay the rent, I can't pay the rent. You must pay the rent, I can't pay the rent.  I'll pay the rent. MY HERO!" Curses, foiled again."

So, something to consider...because I've realized that a fear of being melodramatic can hold me back.

 

 

 

 

#96 enjoy the sunshine

What was on the to-do list for today:

What wasn't on the list:

It was good to sit outside in the sun.  66F/18 MPH winds from the SSE.

More rain on the way

#84 stay in motion

From my journal: 

Arrangement, how things come together. To make one arrangement, and then cut and rearrange. To rearrange the furniture. To change you mind about how you want something arranged. To be fluid and flow with the current. Current: what is timely or what is the motion of water or air moving in a similar direction….

Earlier this week I finished rearranging the pieces I had cut and found myself really liking this arrangement...not quite what I had in mind. 

Okay.  Let it be something else. I am going to use it as a book cover.  A bit more stitching to add and I will start gathering pages.

Widget and the boy band have had a few meetings.  Mostly going well.  They want to explore and Widget wants to play chase.  Sometimes I let them both out for a bit, other times one at a time.  It will take a little time but I think it is going to be okay. 

Field notes:  first storm of the season on the cusp of summer and fall.

Rain.  Wind 17-22 MPH with gusts possible to 33 MPH tomorrow. Possibly thunder showers. Temp: 52 F.

Sunrise,  6:49 PM               Sunset, 7:17 PM