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a magic mend

Yesterday I mended my leggings,  one knee finally gave out.  And now an old tee shirt has no sleeves, the elbows were gone anyway.  I am in the final stages of the move from Typepad.  This site may be down a few times before I finish.  One major blunder here needs to be fixed before I begin any new journeys.   Since the theme I am using needs to be changed, things might look a bit different.  A little fiddling and it will be April before we know it.

And yesterday I drew this.

I also stitched this, just to stitch something.

This is from a batik dyed napkin that my sister- in- law gave me so long ago. Her gifts made me think we had a connection, but we rarely make contact anymore. There are many family stories.  So much has happened.

Life is like that. We cannot mend everything.

Sometimes we don't even try. Hard to say why.

Maybe need wears out too.

44 comments

  1. Yvonne

    ‘We cannot mend everything’ …..I have found sometimes continuous attempts only widens the already deep hole …… Sometimes I find others need the hole to hide in……no mending seems possible…stepping away to save sanity is a better self mend.

  2. “one moon … many eyes”

    knowing that the sun, the moon and the stars are visible to me and to those I love, regardless of how far apart we are … this comforts me

  3. Anon

    Mending….being mended. I am so tired of it, around and around. My need is wearing out too. The two hearts reaching across give hope.

  4. Your knee patch is terrific, was just patching last night & felt very self-satisfied putting mended things on this morning. As for relationships- “need wears out too” is finally starting to happening in several places, after years of attempts at stitching & patching. Learning when things are mendable is taking a lifetime it seems.

  5. Jen NyBlom

    Today’s post and comments~~
    Wow.
    Wise thoughts that really, REALLY resonate with me at the present time.
    I need to remember that I don’t need to/can’t mend everything.
    And that it is ok.
    Let go…
    Move on.

  6. Mokihana

    i’m still about to patch the old comforter, for all the best reasons and among them that I still can. i found comfort here:)

  7. Sharon Koch

    great conversation. thanks for saying, “we cannot mend everything”… and by trying to do so, we may wear more holes in our souls! ha! letting go ‘n moving on can be another form of mending. magical leggings!

  8. Dakotah

    Sometimes rough family patches are the rule rather than the exception. Maybe that’s partly why I keep creating because it always makes me feel I am stitching myself back together. 🌺🥀🌸

  9. Carol

    I’d love to see your finished patching. I don’t seem to be able to do much patching but i’m sure I will sometime soon. Also loved your little stich for stitching’s sake!

  10. Wendy

    I believe self repair/mending is the greatest gift that we can give ourselves. Sometimes we have to empty our mending baskets of items, people, family matters that can no longer be mended by us and take a step back and say it’s okay that something, someone or a situation has not been mended. I’ve been mending a very well loved quilt for my daughter since the Christmas holidays, trying desperately to mend and make sure that it is salvageable. I’m beginning to realize that the mending patches are doing more damage than when I began, yet I’m still going in the hopes that it can still be saved as it is full of memories both joyful and sad for my daughter. Yet I’m trying desperately to mend something that may not be able to be mended, even though I have tried desperately to do so. Sometimes life is like that as well. The need to mend is so strong, trying to decide when to let go is the hardest part for a mender, myself included.

  11. janstevenson

    even in mending there is an order. . .what to mend first. and as some relationships ebb or fade. . .even as that is happening and we are feeling it, our threads with others are growing and we find what holds together now. almost without much effort. yet we know that we have tended that as well.

  12. Brinda Callahan

    Just popped in to read your post today. Like June -Etta above, I was impressed by your words on family connections we “think” we have. I lost the connections with my sisters in big family stories that exploded after our Mom died…then Dad 4 years after. What a mess which involved so much heartbreak, an arrest, a trial, lots of money on b.s. to get free of that system. I have been trying to mend this broken family since day one it seems and finally I have extracted myself (no easy task) and need constant self reminding to stay free of it, do not try to mend it, fix it, rescue, go back to something I “thought I had” but in fact was worn and torn and beyond repair looooong ago. Sometimes I feel so alone with this loss, this emptiness, this grief that something is beyond repair. It can be OK. There are other ways to belong….especially to ourselves. Reading a book I like now: Belonging Remembering Oursekves Home by Toko-pa Turner.
    Loss can lead us to our deeper selves. That’s what I’m finding by each calming stitch sfter stitch on my own repair. Thanks Jude. ❤️

  13. June-Etta Chemard

    Dear Jude, I am touched this morning by your words, “Her gifts made me think we had a connection, but we rarely make contact anymore. There are many family stories. So much has happened. Life is like that. We cannot mend everything. Sometimes we don’t even try. Hard to say why. Maybe need wears out too.” And connections ebb and wane.

  14. mending our clothes is keeping us halfway presentable in the world but I did stop mending the bedsheets recently and bought a new set marked down 90%. How is that possible? we live in such strange times but then again when are they not?

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