it began like this. and right about this time, actually, probably is what brought me to the window, was GOATS making noises. such an amazing display of vocalizations, i so wish i had a way to record them. there were the In Heat muffled expressions punctuated by really awful bleats that remind me of the Exorcist. and then the responses in more normal Goatly voices, trying to accomodate those in heat. then the pushing and shoving, on the porch/off the porch and it was COLD. like really really COLD out there. i had to go to work away today so was doing what i need to do and suddenly turned around and SAW what i'd put on the back of the couch the eve before.
this is Marti's cloth. you have seen it. it's been on the Wall for a while…Vertical. covering, actually, the crack between two drywall panels. she gave it to me because she was not particularly pleased with how it had come out and i had loved it because of it's moodiness, it's grays. it's large. a little over 4ft long x 9 inches. Vertically, it was very soothing to me, i loved it there on the Wall with small things pinned to it. but, this morning, when i turned, i saw something else entirely.
i see
Winter. How it is an Altered State, i think, for all of us. Mostly, for the Beings that remain Out Side. Wild things and the domesticated Wild. how they might experience the Phenomenon of Winter. Those cranes that i talked about know this landscape. it's their Place for months until they Return. Every evening and then morning until SunRise, this is their world. i love that it is divided in the center. Above …..almost…. mirroring Below but not quite. it is just so incredibly beautiful to me. Just as it is. It talks to me about becoming quiet in the night. Waiting. Still. Waiting for the Sun. that genetic codeing that says just wait. be still. Light will come. it always has.
so there is the absolute fascination with this change from Vertical to Horizontal. How Amazing.
but then, there is a lesson here for me about dyeing cloth. even before this, i could not have cut that cloth. it was too strong in its softness, its subtlty to cut. it needed to be just as it was. and now, even more. and what then does one DO? when you find yourself given such a gift?
i can see maybe a few, maybe some single stitched cranes flying left to right. easy. but then, this is not my work of art…it's Marti's. because she didn't see it doesn't change a thing. it came from her pot. the Whole of it, even with some birds, would be from her hand. from her Pot. her cauldron, as she lovingly calls it.
so i am going to leave it at that for now. keep looking. Waiting.
and inbetween taking care of Goat Things and bringing in wood, i stuck the cloth in the Walnut pot on the Wood Stove, but it was too shallow, so i dribbled my way outside and plunged it into the big pot out there and went off to feed. came back and it is just so Cold…so i dribbled it back in to the shallow pot on the wood stove…and fed the dogs and cat. Darker. so back out to the cloth line and within maybe 15 minutes…it was frozen stiff. this pic was hard to take..i have short arms, i guess but it was STIFF. now is pinned, hanging to dry in the Room. We'll see.
this is Later…7:23 pm….it thawed. it's almost dry.
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