Be in it.
The haven I created here is not just for chipmunks.
All of it, just is here within view. More life. As it is and will be.
Earth Weeps. Under the needle. Weaving on my mind. Because weaving is a special kind of holding and a special kind of reminder.
Wow, this piece speaks to my soul..and I am guessing Mother Earth. Absolutely beautiful!
I am just sitting with this for awhile… much love.
I really love the little weavings here. Time for me to warp up and get weaving!
Weaving small is calming.
it’s simply complicated
My heart caught her breath on reading your words. Awed by your connections. Thank you.
thank you for connecting
Climate troubles have had me anxious a LOT recently, and stitching does seem like a great way to express that. I love this piece, Jude.
it’s all so overwhelming… the piece was started long ago but just recently, the weeping.
Oh. Yes. Be still my heart.
I have had this hanging for a while, keep adding to it.
I will always be wowed at the sight of a raptor.
it’s a real show here, and they love that high fence.
Always a pleasure to see your beautiful weavings! 💙
Itching to try some myself soon. 🤞🏼
it’s really pulling me, so many things keep getting in my way.
Control. And the softness that comes in realizing there is none. I love the magic of weaving an image sideways. You’re making me want to revisit that. How a loom can be as simple as a box lid.
I think the time is approaching, gotta weave.
What are you weaving with please? Cloth or string?
Do you use a loom, something you made or…?
Tell us more please.
Thread, yarn, small weavings made during Considering Weave. I use looms sometimes and sometimes not. I have many, bought and made.
all things. woven together. breath-taking beauty. will consider this throughout the day…
your weaving is soothing
it really softens things for me
Beautifully said. This post reminded me of the 7th portion of the Mary Oliver poem Rain.
This is truly beautiful, Jude. The weavings remind me of woven Indian pouches. We have to remember that we are a part of Nature. We certainly don’t govern it.
It’s big, we are so small.
Your weaving speaks to me of timelessness…like the haven you have so wonderfully created.
Haven is a kind of weaving.