I made a mistake. the pics in this post are in opposite order. This was supposed to be the last. So….if you have the Will and stamina, go to the bottom, the last post, that will then progress backward, back up to this one.
and at the end, i circle back. this is the back room that is supposed to be the bedroom but i makes me feel crazy. It's 8ft wide..the width of this trailer or so. Almost only the size of this queen mattress plus maybe 18 inches. BUT windows on 3 sides. IF i were to decide, I would need to get rid of the bed and frame. I would need this SPACE. For a chair. For my Dalai Lama end table. For some modest shelves.
What else would i want?
Would want to take out the "window treatments". They creep me out.
a picnic table, just outside. For dye pots.
a storage shed. So i could bring my Stuff over here. My books. Jars. Stuff. Instead of paying $72 / month to keep it where i can't get to it easily. I would want a wooden storage shed, aesthetically, but they are expensive. A metal one is $329. 8×10.
I haven't talked to either Alyssia or Jenny about this. Am just thinking. What Ifing.
door of bathroom into the Back Room
shower.
then the bathroom
and then, turning, back. The middle room where the entrance door is. Kind of a Living Room. that flat thing is the fold out "couch" that becomes a bed, that IS my bed and pretty much stays folded out because it's also where Emrie and i do the nap ritual. Pic is taken by me standing at the farthest back of the kitchen area. That much space. At the above end, you see the Wall, the Looking Wall. A piece of canvas over a pvc pipe suspended by heavy string. Folded up and over in this pic…how it is unless i am alone for a day, when i let it down. It's up so it's easier to get to the bathroom. Also, i guess, some less claustrophobic for others. Doesn't bother me that way.
my side. the Space i CLAIM as MINE. My meditation cushion. My corner of stuff.
Emrie's booster seat.
the Table. Where everything happens. at the window, the Battery. There are 3 of them. Alyssia takes them to and from her home where she charges them. Here, they juice up the Phone and the Laptop. Also provide light. There is no electricity here. I have one sided conversations with her about the "burden" of this.
Outside, over by the Old Buck Yards are solar panels. They could be easily afixed to this travel trailer. Provide probably more than enough electricity except during the winter grey days. But, easily, there could be Wind to generate that. It only takes a decision.
a good enough kitchen. I cook. Wash dishes.
looking from the bathroom door, through the Middle, into the Kitchen, the Table space
Going along with Jude's online class, Patchwork in Perspective, …..her post, Haven. To do with Space. the space in which we work. Often times referred to as studio. Back in New Mexico, my daughter and i cut through a wall and added a ROOM. It was referred to as the Room. it was my Working Room. My Room. or, The Room. Its own Room. It was Wonder FULL. Had half wall windows on three sides. Light.
reading the comments to Jude's post, Doris appeared…Doris from so long ago, who loved the Snake Tree. She said
"In my room in our apartment there is the big dining table. We only use it when family or friends come for dinner. The rest of the room is full of my stash and a desk. I mostly work on the big table….When we invite friends or family for dinner I always have to spend a lot of time to clean up. Some weeks ago I sat there looked at my creative chaos and I realized that studio was too big a word for me. Only artists have studios. Somebody like me works on the dining room table and don't take up too much space. So why not change my view: I can try to call it a studio. So now (for a test) it is my studio in first place not a dining room. So I invite my guests in my studio for dinner. That means I have to clean it up a bit but my creative process can be visible too. Nothing to hide."
None of our details are the same at all, but what i loved SO MUCH was the SHIFT she made. The absolute SHIFT.
and it reminded me of what i know about Points of View. It reminded me way back to Gelek Rimpoche, the Lama of Jewel Heart Temple in Ann Arbor, Michigan who described for us something like in this drawing today. A central something and then all around, imagine a rim, looking down in to the central Something, Imagine different points of View around the periphery. All looking in at the same central scene, but through different lenses. All correct. All different. All Same, but different, too.
This led me to think about where i find Self now. and in keeping with Jude's class progression, Haven. Space.
Before i left N Mex, there was a lot of conversation. A lot of intention. Sincere and Honest. It's been over a year now, and we are on Pause. There are several reasons, but we are on Pause. I am here. In this travel trailer. I show it to you, above. Exactly what it is. I read this morning a blog post of an author and blogger that i admire She'd not blogged for some months after her father died and she made a big move from Wyoming to Santa Fe. She talked of her new place. How things had gone slow because of renovations to the new place she found, and more to come. This fell into place with all the above thinking.
Renovations. to one's Space. Creating a space from scratch, in this case here. OR . I thought about being 73 or 72 years, a give or take, and how the time ahead is finite. What's important? What i know from being here in this extremely SMALL space for over a year is that it has nothing to do really with Making Cloth. Cloth got made. Cloth that i love and tells the Story that i have to tell. That IT has to tell me.
I'm not much of one for Waiting. Waiting is the hardest thing. I like "getting On with It". Just Going.
so…the Point of View shifted. What IF this is just it? Is it enough? Will it work? Why or Why Not? These things i am considering.
I love very much that the advent of Jude's class is bringing all this to the forefront. It's Perfect.
So, these pics, going backward and UP rather than scrolling down. I posted them backward. This is my space here. Right Now. Maybe it's just ok enough. Thinking.
now, go backwards, UP.
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