That is what it feels like.
And for a bit of word play, how much Time Weft?
I look at this Alphabet Soup quilt as so long go, and in the background, something more present. But in reality, also so long ago. I woke again at 4 AM, asking where exactly am I , and who the hell am I ? Or more precisely, what will I become? Becoming. Is there such a thing? Is there time for that ? Perhaps change is just a point of view.
It's mostly quilting that needs to be done here. Might not take too long, but one thing often leads to another, like meeting an old self head on.
I love the term “Time Weft” whatever it means. I have to say that red Vortex at the top of the photo looks incredible. The Vortex of Time, like the quilt is being sucked down into it. Just the way it looks to me.
yes, pulls me in too, I cannot seem to turn that cloth over.
And Time Weft, I once wanted to write a book with that title. about weaving.
Been early rising too as awoke in my head with confusion of choices, that I should give up some dreams and be more realistic. I think age makes one have to face the inevitable, like not so young and free. I still want to be a gypsy but security of healthcare, shelter etc. come 1st now and feeling trapped.
yeah when I was looking for a place I considered so many impractical scenarios, good thing the man here has a head on his shoulders…
Been doing the same thing downunder – awake at 4 or 4.30 with similar thoughts and still wanting to learn and achieve and finish …….. is there time? Decided that was time wasting and simply get on with it !! Haha
Love both pieces, such an undeniable talent.
ha ha we do waste a lot of time especially on questions that have no answers!
Yes, why do we get stuck periodically? Hubs reminded me recently to stay in the present, too much looking back or forward isn’t productive but more than that it’s life draining.
True… yes, gotta practice.
When I think about possibly writing another novel, I feel time’s presence. The first one took more than ten years. Do it again?! And anyway, maybe I don’t want to go through that a second time.
funny how perspective changes things.
Love this scrappy look. I enjoy your outlook🌞
I have so many questions lately
It’s luscious. That caramel base is perfect ground from which to grow the jewel tones of the other pieces. Kind of like having an attitude that welcomes growth, knowledge.
the colors are a bit warmer in this picture, early morning lamplight.
How much Time Weft seems to be the question.
Bigger than just us!
I feel like time flys by and I haven’t really accomplished much … except for quilting 😏
Happy stitching on your future grandbaby’s quilt 💙🕊
a blanket is a big accomplishment.
Those are pretty common questions for me actually. I think it comes from being around very young children who are always “changing” very quickly. This week I’ve done everything from sit on the floor cuddling and giving a bottle to a child just days from his first birthday to running up and down the playground with the three year olds, many who I’ve known since they were babies. It’s a busy time for evolution, but so obvious that it keeps me thinking about how we “become.”
being around children is so different, some of that in my future I think, the sewing class at the library is for kids. seems mixed too ,boys and girls, love that.
Yes it is, they are so present in the moment. So glad the class is for children, they need this kind of experience and so great that there are boys and girls.
When I taught elementary art, the boys loved sewing and weaving as much if not more than the girls. They were so excited to try it! I think many had never had the opportunity. I once subbed in a middle school home ec class where I had to do paper sewing machine stitching – just practicing in starting/stopping/turning on lines on paper. The boys turned it into a huge contest! It was hilarious.
Yes, funny in a lot if other countries boys are taught basic sewing. The man here is from Turkey and was surprised to know sewing was not offered to boys.
In the Baltic countries, children are (or were) taught to knit. I love that. My youngest grandson, when I was stitching, expressed the desire to stitch. And I love that!
I find myself thinking both forward and backward as I age. I think of my thoughts of my Mom as I was young and then wonder if my own kids felt the same of me when they were young. Then I think ahead and wonder if my kids will wonder the same thing about their kids when they are my age. The circle is there.
I do have a lot of “mom” thoughts lately.
Quiet quilting … stitching the future for baby …
“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began […]
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.”
I cannot say, exactly…
Time and how we spend it…. Thoughts to consider as we travel along on our journey. The times of reflection can be windows into memories and the smiles of pleasant times wrap around us like warm blankets.
how we spend it is always important but so much goes by before we really think about it.
I didn’t sleep much last night … finally gave up and got out of bed … mortality is much on my mind as yesterday’s health news from my brother is not good, but sadly, not surprising given his career as a NY firefighter who worked at Ground Zero
I found myself pondering what needs to be finished, to be made use-full … sooner rather than never
Gosh, I watched the towers fall from my uptown office. The horror never ends.
Useful is on my mind, shift.
I’m so very sorry. Sending you and your family love.
Reflective. I think it comes more and more as we age. I find myself wondering what will be next in my life, before eternity…
thank goodness we get the privilege to reflect, become mirrors…
personally I feel we live forever, not based on any pie in the sky story but simply because we cannot know our own death…
I’m wondering what I will be in my next life! A breath of Wind? A trembling Leaf? 💚
you are what you imagine.
Nobody knows how much time is left Jude, but it’s good to go with all the projects in full flight than to think too much about time. ♥️
oh, not thinking about death or anything like that, more about the time things take, especially personal evolution.