Thursday, November 1, 2012

All Saints

The day always feels like vacation. A chance to catch up with old friends. A time to apologize for missing feast-days and thank under-appreciated ones for secret support. And it is a day of preparation. A day to look forward at the new-born month with eagerness. There is so much potential here! I may have spent my October in a many colored haze of leaves and earth and dark skies, but November is here, and it demands a different rhythm - a bundled, reflective, and slow-moving rhythm. I’m drinking less coffee these days and remembering to feed the stove, even during the day. I’m wearing bright colors outside and lighting the lamps in early evening. The days are shorter and darker.

I’m planning sewing projects for the month: a wool skirt for me, a cushion cover for the rocking chair, pillow-cases, and curtains. Easy projects with straight lines while I learn to love working on my beautiful machine. I’ve similar plans for my kick-wheel: easy projects: sake cups and soup bowls, while I fall into the rhythm of kicking and working, working and kicking again. Hard work, but worth the effort - like everything in life.


  1. Gosh, how you write about throwing pots . . . at some point, maybe after the holidays, I'll send you the disordered scraps of the First Story. I think you'd have a lot of insight into my main character, which I lack. She's supposed to be a spinner, but the way you talk about kicking and working sounds like the way she "talks" in my head about drafting and turning the wheel.

    Come to think of it, you might actually know how to spin . . .

  2. Thanks! I'd love to see those scraps..though I have no idea how to spin, I wish I did. I tell myself that someday, when my life is busier with woolly animals to spin from, I'll learn. It seems so restful. And there have to be some similarities, right?!