It's a chilly October morning and there is no heat in the Aerie yet. I had better get used to this, because I am going to be staying in a rustic cabin (ie. no running water) later this month. I am no stranger to camping. I used to go tent camping in the summer, so this little cabin will be quite luxurious by comparison.

What a change from last year's retreat, where I stayed in the white cottage with the green door (and I promised to write about it. Shame on me. I never did). I was anxious and still filled with grief, and created a hauntingly sad mask woven from white wool.  If I make a mask this year, it will be bright.  I have returned to color. If you don't believe me, just look at my sox:
              



I have also found the stillness, within and without, so that I can spin and knit my meditations. Mantra and mudra. Treadle and spin. Knit 2, purl 2, repeat until at peace. As I spiral into the heart, on my autumn's journey into darkness, I will carry  my own light, and bring my own warmth.