Soul-o beast, the green eyed boy
I was worried he would not adapt. But he was right at home.
A second Spring
recently potted celery and scallions rooted in water.
A bowl of small and not forgotten thoughts
Time is short at the moment. The man threw his back out and well, you might imagine. But just to say, I have decided to continue with Patchwork in Perspective ( which I am now wanting to call the PIP Diaries) Parts 1-Thought Catching, and 2 - Small Cloth that were interrupted by the move and my own confusion, Part 3 - Large Cloth interrupted by technical issues and the another kind of move. And part 4 - Cloth to Paper. Imagined and taking hold. (of course there are 9 parts) I have put the links to 1 and 2 (which disappeared for a while) on the Free Enough menu in the sidebar. And the pieces will eventually come together. I need to complete this in password protected mode. I have some cleaning up to do. But that's life. I'll talk tomorrow.
Love that cat!
Thanks Jude . You bring humour and tranquillity to what has lets face it has been a pretty weird year for most of us. Sorry to hear that the Man has done his back in, my wishes for speedy recovery wending across the pond. I think your new environment has definitely influenced your latest work and characters, they are full of nuance and a particular ” Foresty” (tech term) personality Love that you have stitchy plans for us all. ” Keep on truckin” Love that pic of Soulo X
Reading again, another thought, your ‘here’ sounds romantic and story book to me from the views you have shared 💕
I love that you are posting here and reading your plans, right now, just gathering and putting together little nine patches has been therapy. I never thought to replant celery. You make me think that I need a cat 🐈 wishing recovery soon to the man. Good yo hear there is a peace being made with the home.
I don’t like that this house is in town but after 6? or so years and some really nice painting and furnishing upgrades I have started to wake up in the mornings feeling excited I live here. This old house is actually pretty special.
Also…
I planted potatoes over the weekend!!
And I pulled a muscle along my rib cage so I can sympathize!
This is inspiration, hope & good common sense…just yesterday I was just lamenting the idea of maybe needing to find the next “here” sooner than imagined. Take care of you as you take care of him.
yeah, i’m tired already.
Hope the man’s back heals quickly. The only things that help my back are regular chiropractic maintenance and remembering that can’t lift as I used to! (I’m good at the maintenance, not so much the remembering.)
We are resisting the itch to move. At 16 years, this is the longest time I’ve ever lived in one house in my life. I guess I’m the odd one, because I seem to thrive on change. My challenge has always been to find routine without getting into a rut. The latter is easier than the former, so I’m pushing to make changes this year (without moving). Sometimes change is going back to something, though differently.
my dad was a chiropractor, I miss that. I’m the one that stays put, the man is a mover.
feels so good to let go of what we now realize we never needed or wanted. when we rescue plants, animals or cloth, they rescue us. think soul-o’s at home wherever you are. ha! many of us stray cats feel the same way. may the man recover soon. x
i guess what we want and need is also always changing.
Here with you, however that may look. Wishing the man quick healing and ongoing ease.
Back stuff is awful
Most of the time, I feel like Soul-o, lurking behind the greenery…
I’m pruning the front hedges to show their beautiful structure instead of tangles…but now I am more exposed.
I’m not anti-social, I say, just Pro-Solitude! ha.
Trying to learn to stay more flexible can be difficult as time marches on (esp w the isolation of the past year!)
Sending healing Thots to the man! xoxo
Today is Monday and tax time (ugh!) and I’d much rather be stitching or digging in the soil.
I’m SO happy for you that home is feeling like HOME! yay!!
soul-0’s rescue has taught me so much
My husband’s back has caused him great pain and it took so long to make it better- lots of slow easy exercises on the mat listening to calm music. But he is excited about spring weeding. What thing to be excited about. 20 degrees today.
Cold here today too. Simple things bring joy.
Just thought that your situation is a bit like your cellery and scallions.
Uprooted, replanted in water , soon in soil to flourish.
Glad you feel like you are slowly rooting
That was so good, thank you.
this ALLhas the feel of kantha stitching….the need to feel the tension of the thread as you go, the
attention to that and how good it feels to be aware
It feels so good, to back off from how it should be…and feel how it is.
There is an unread book on the shelf: Pip Pip by Jay Griffiths: about Time. and I’m feeling how it is creative practice, whatever draws people. . .somehow we return to cloth and texture and color and the rhythm of time. . .even the irregular beats. we are all considering the same things and how I so appreciate that you show how much time things take and how we return to certain definite considerations. perspective. without perspective & practice people go crazy. a loop back to the Sanity series? not a suggestion. just lighting on it like a dragonfly. glad for you Here, Jude. . .and that Soul-o has settled. it encourages our own settling when we see them comfortable in their surroundings.
Life takes a lifetime…😌
Slow going has been my quilting pace for months! Regenerating to see you here or anywhere 💙🔆
Oops! Meant to say rejuvenating 😁
They both work!
Our move in 2016 was very challenging. I think your PIP lessons helped me finally get a grip. i hope the man’s back feels better soon.
Sometimes you can’t see yntil you step back.
I can really tangle myself up for nothing…
love the Springiness in that photo of your repotted scallions and celery!
it’s amazing how they regenerate. I replanted them in the raised beds last spring after a long winter and had celery and scallions all summer. enough for two here.
Sending love, sometimes it really is about making what you need. Maybe most of the time even.
I am another “repotter”. Usually clippings from indoor plants that have become a tangle of roots. We have had some beautiful days which had me putting summer bulbs into pots to sprout on the front porch. However today, they were moved to window sills…..I woke up to ice encrusted tree limbs. I guess I will spend my time adding fringe to my small patches.
Yeah we are rocking back and forth… maybe even a bit of snow.