2011

of warmth and light

“The first fire is the symbol of winter’s arrival. Winter comes not in calendar compartments; it comes with the advent of fire. When the air becomes resonant with the chopping of wood, when I see the smoke ascending from neighbors’ chimneys and smell the fragrance of wood burning, I know that winter is here.”
-Abbie Graham
The sorting continues, and tho’ it felt a bit like book-burning, some old cards of mine that were too bent or dented to use or offer fed our first fire of the season quite beautifully. I unearthed quite a little collection that are in fine condition and hope to offer them closer to Christmas.
We’ve also been warming ourselves by the fire of friends and music at the Hallowe’en gig last weekend…nothing like that combination.

 

It turns out to be rather easy to make a pirate-wife/sprite costume…if you have frequented the thrift store for years (and have probably too many long dresses and skirts that others have given away) and have plenty of pretty pins to tuck up skirts with, a borrowed belt, turned-down boots and a woolen sash (actually a lovely scarf from Salina)  from which to hang “weapons”.
I decided I wasn’t in the mood for swords and knives and instead dangled an old pen, a little notebook and a hen’s feather, because…after all…”the pen is mightier than the sword”. I found all the layers of leaves and flowers rather earthy and enchanting and may just try to wear it out on regular days…tho’ without the sash and adornments and tucks…I suppose…

 

Aaarrrgghhhh…a pirate and his iPad can ne’er be parted.

 

 

“Kneel always when you light a fire!
Kneel reverently, and thankful be
For God’s unfailing charity,
 And on the ascending flame inspire
A little prayer, that shall upbear
The incense of your thankfulness
For this sweet grace
Of warmth and light!
For here again is sacrifice
For your delight.

-John Oxenham

P.S. You know…all the dark and light contrasting in these photos puts me in mind of the achingly gorgeous shots of Edinburgh I have been drinking in watching Jackson Brodie (please roll your “r” when you say it!) in Masterpiece Mystery. So, so good. And as I recorded them, I will be rewatching them this week, and highly recommend them. Edinburgh is as much a presence as any of the wonderful human characters portrayed in the stories.

respite

It’s been a quiet, golden week here while my brother takes care of my mom at the beach and I…

 …have picnic lunches in the hayfield….

 …sort and organize…




…find new sunny spots in our home to breakfast with my deario…

…rearrange and sift and sort some more in my studio…

 …and, today, succumb to some sort of stuffy-headachy-achy-all-over-something. The weather has turned chill and wet, as well. So this next-to-last day of respite has been spent on the sofa, except for a bit of time this morning gathering bits and bobs for the Hallowe’en costume I hope I can don tomorrow evening. My husband has a gig at a lovely rural cafe, an annual affair, and tho’ I don’t usually dress up, he encouraged me to do so this year. And since he is going to be a pirate (an easy costume when you have long hair and colonial clothes for your day-job!), I am going to be a pirate’s wife. A pirate of-sorts, tho’ without weapons and with a good deal of flowery and leafy layers of skirts…I am imagining a stay-at-home pirate-sprite.

As soon as I finish this I will light a fire in the fireplace next to me, work a bit more on my new project (shall I share a tiny peek?), watch a peaceful movie or two, and enjoy my last evening alone for awhile.

It has been a true respite, with a little bit of everything in it…and the stillness and freedom to savor it all…and take it with me into the coming months.

P.S. Great thanks for all your comments and insights about the new background…