The sensitivity you have and are is a treasured salve, here in my little, challenging world. Thank you. It keeps ‘this’ part of me alive. It is a ‘lifeline’, it is my stuff of life! Grief in covid times and surviving huge changes knocks a person out of synch….. self edges is a deeply relevant thought, in lots of ways. My edges are blurred, sense of self hardly there. And I see that an edge doesn’t need to be harsh or straight to exist and be seen, it can be gentle and soft. Your edges blend the whole with kindness and beauty…… so the thoughts are this morning and gratitude felt and a sense of belonging nurtured, xxxxx
What a beautiful, heartfelt comment. I think many more than we realize have the blurred edge. Maybe knowing will keep us softer to one another. Be well.
fun viewing your archive ‘n current posts side-by-side… right now, reading about how soul-o first came to you. how the man added an extra little step on the ladder for the wee kitten. love is patient. x
I love selvedges too. When I first encountered them as a young (and lazy) sewer, I wanted to use them instead of hemming my handmade clothing. I was disappointed to realize that would be a huge waste of fabric. Soul-o is the master of all he surveys!
This morning thinking of skin as an edge
makes me think of myself as a tapestry
The sensitivity you have and are is a treasured salve, here in my little, challenging world. Thank you. It keeps ‘this’ part of me alive. It is a ‘lifeline’, it is my stuff of life! Grief in covid times and surviving huge changes knocks a person out of synch….. self edges is a deeply relevant thought, in lots of ways. My edges are blurred, sense of self hardly there. And I see that an edge doesn’t need to be harsh or straight to exist and be seen, it can be gentle and soft. Your edges blend the whole with kindness and beauty…… so the thoughts are this morning and gratitude felt and a sense of belonging nurtured, xxxxx
I think the blurred edge of self may be the true one.
What a beautiful, heartfelt comment. I think many more than we realize have the blurred edge. Maybe knowing will keep us softer to one another. Be well.
I see Soul-O is practicing being edge-worthy too…I was just playing with cloth self-edge moments before coming here…hmm, wave-lengths 😉
where there is cloth there is selvedge.
It looks very sunny where he is! King of all he surveys!
this was right before he ran inside because the deer were moving through, scared-y cat too
He’s a lookout!
a cat does love a high spot
Love the fringe shadows and Soul-O as ‘king of the forest’
love those shadows too
i’m at the edge of everything.
Right there with ya.
fun viewing your archive ‘n current posts side-by-side… right now, reading about how soul-o first came to you. how the man added an extra little step on the ladder for the wee kitten. love is patient. x
The folks that bought the house loved that little step.
Soul-o looks like king of the hill 💙
he is very happy.
I love selvedges too. When I first encountered them as a young (and lazy) sewer, I wanted to use them instead of hemming my handmade clothing. I was disappointed to realize that would be a huge waste of fabric. Soul-o is the master of all he surveys!
I did use them too, on pockets. and curtains.
Maps are fascinating. Your little house on the post is definitely welcoming in the green of Spring 😊
these are such sweet days
OvO I see him in the rocks! Great photo so camouflaged!!
he’s hilarious…
He really is! Took me a second to find him 😁
I was watching him wander, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have seen him.
love your edges!
I feel very edgy lately.