Nearly completed + life by the seasons
The Red Dress is nearly done! *squee* Only 1 foot of hemming to go, and a few hours for finishing off the chemise. It's been ages (like 1.5 years) since I've made myself anything new. Mostly I've been making for the girls and the man, so it'll be nice to have something new for me.
It's totally the wrong weight for winter but meh, I'll wear it anyways. The blue-lipped, shivering look is sexy, right?
I love a job that pays me to sit there, monitor a silent radio and sew.
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Many years ago I fell in love with the idea of a spiritual path that followed the season. That celebrated God/dess through the recognition of the seasonal markers and changes. I lived in the city and craved Nature, felt it's draw in my soul and the desperate, clawing need to acknowledge the change and passing of time over the year.
Now I live so close to the seasons, and to nature, everyday is filled with the Divine. And I take it for granted. It'd be good if the Old me could talk to the Now me and share their journey. Oh wait, they do. It's all me. that's what life's journey is, absorbing experience, comparing life over time, growing and personal change. Duh.
My life now is so tied to the seasons. Right now it's wood collecting season, acorns crunching underfoot, wooly coats growing in for the ponies, less eggs, time to top and tail the sheep. And it's constantly changing. I look at those medieval calendar so differently now. And I get it. The book of hours aren't an instruction book as to what to do each month, but more that the actions required at that time of year dictate the month. It's not that "it's October so it must be time to sow the fields" but more "we're sowing the fields it must be October." For those people the number, the name of the month was not as important as the subtle seasonal signals that indicate time passing.
Even my job is tied to the seasons, it's so quiet in winter and fire season over summer is crazy busy at times.
Don't get me wrong, it's not all pony rides and parties, living at the beck and call of the seasons can be hard too. Sometimes it's huddling around the fire in Winter, desperate to feel warm and dreading when it's your turn to go outside and feed the animals. But it's those times when you're cold to the bone and you crave sunlight, that you appreciate the hot drying Summer sun. And the next year, it makes the endless Summer easier to bare, and sometimes just downright enjoyable.
Post brough to you by the letter OMG it's 4am.
It's totally the wrong weight for winter but meh, I'll wear it anyways. The blue-lipped, shivering look is sexy, right?
I love a job that pays me to sit there, monitor a silent radio and sew.
**************************
Many years ago I fell in love with the idea of a spiritual path that followed the season. That celebrated God/dess through the recognition of the seasonal markers and changes. I lived in the city and craved Nature, felt it's draw in my soul and the desperate, clawing need to acknowledge the change and passing of time over the year.
Now I live so close to the seasons, and to nature, everyday is filled with the Divine. And I take it for granted. It'd be good if the Old me could talk to the Now me and share their journey. Oh wait, they do. It's all me. that's what life's journey is, absorbing experience, comparing life over time, growing and personal change. Duh.
My life now is so tied to the seasons. Right now it's wood collecting season, acorns crunching underfoot, wooly coats growing in for the ponies, less eggs, time to top and tail the sheep. And it's constantly changing. I look at those medieval calendar so differently now. And I get it. The book of hours aren't an instruction book as to what to do each month, but more that the actions required at that time of year dictate the month. It's not that "it's October so it must be time to sow the fields" but more "we're sowing the fields it must be October." For those people the number, the name of the month was not as important as the subtle seasonal signals that indicate time passing.
Even my job is tied to the seasons, it's so quiet in winter and fire season over summer is crazy busy at times.
Don't get me wrong, it's not all pony rides and parties, living at the beck and call of the seasons can be hard too. Sometimes it's huddling around the fire in Winter, desperate to feel warm and dreading when it's your turn to go outside and feed the animals. But it's those times when you're cold to the bone and you crave sunlight, that you appreciate the hot drying Summer sun. And the next year, it makes the endless Summer easier to bare, and sometimes just downright enjoyable.
Post brough to you by the letter OMG it's 4am.