I really like how these three things... they all seem to say something about continuing. The moon, weaving, waves. And the stray selves, they are is just me here, looking.
I will try to clean the basement, use it for a weaving place. Maybe use the big old loom. We got rid of the mice. Caught them. Took them across the river because they kept coming back. We could tell because we marked them. Found and plugged all the holes. Seems good now. Needs a window though. Maybe.
I am always glad to find that you are still here. That you are still going on.
This blog world is thinning, I think. I am glad that so many people find your blog and comment here. There is a community here.
I considered not being here. But really yes, some quiet place to gather has become something to consider, it IS important…
Looking forward to the loom. No mice here in this multi-cat home but we used to mark snails with dots of nail polish and toss them across the yard. Took them three days to return. cheap amusement….
this cat seems oblivious, but he did catch one.
Back when I had a dog he suddenly stopped eating the kibble he’d loved for 7-8 years. He’d just stand there and look at the bowl and then at me. I poured some broth on it and still he didn’t eat, so I thought he was just “off his feed” and sauteed up some ground beef and day-old rice, carrots and peas, which he gobbled down. Next day a fresh bowl of kibbles went untouched. Didn’t waste the broth this time, just cooked up some ground chicken and veggies and they disappeared in a flash. This went on for about a week, so I finally dumped the bag of kibbles, thinking he maybe just didn’t like them anymore, although it did look like he’d eaten small amount out of each bowl. However, it was no problem to cook up fresh meat, so I continued that. One day my sis (we share a house together) was changing the filter in the nearby heater and noticed piles of kibble back along the edge. MICE! We had a pest controller in to plug up holes and eliminate a nest under the house and eventually the kibbles resumed to be his food of choice. Probably much more appealing when it didn’t smell like mice had crawled all over it. Then one day, a year or so later my sis was cleaning out the coat closet and found a small pile of kibbles that had been stashed there. Had the mice returned? After checking the areas where we’d found kibbles stored before, we decided the closet cache was from the first mouse. It’s been almost 10 years and no more mice in the house, hopefully.
seems a lot of us have mouse stories, many from the old place too…
Your mouse fared better than ours, sadly for ours. Now days we save critters, especially spiders. Ants and flies, though are still in the “next time you cycle though the wheel of life, be something a little higher on the evolutionary scale.”
Wonderful combination 💙
I love how it happened.
i was using one of those live traps and found out that you needed to release mice at least a mile away or they will find their way back to your house. Raccoons need 35 miles (my rental house had 7 living in the attic). they climbed the back stairs to get up to their house. i saw one of them one morning doing so!!
the other trick is not to load the trap with lots of food. they know how to get the food without springing the trap or get out of the so-called live traps.
can hardly wait to see your loom! i am so tempted at times to get another large loom.
actually mice come back up to 6 or 7 miles away, we have experience!!!
a tiny bit of peanut butter has been working.
Maybe it is not really this, but I am reminded of the book The Three Questions…
““Remember then, that there is only one important time, and that time is
now. The most important one is always the one you are with. And the most
important thing is to do good for the one whom standing at your side.”
For these, my dear boy, are the answers to what is most important in this world.”
I am thinking that it can be far more simple than we expect it to be. Maybe that simplicity is the connection for me here. I love the deep simplicity of this image of three. ❤️
Also, the connection here is a very personal simple. Weaving might connect paper and cloth. For me this is a special path.
Beautiful connections, this little piece makes me want to revisit weaving. 🖤
I am so at ease with this new journey…
I imagine the weaving as holding the pattern or height of the waves through the thickness of the black and white.
The loom might feel joy to be able to bond with you again. I imagine something similar with my suppor spindles. Using the word center: I never did well with art or even video games that had a sandbox style, I always wanted and NEEDED direction. Forest centering is different; no direction is needed.
I am reaching way deep to understand this new sense of peace. Rocking, spinning, reaching. Direction as some sort of rhythm. Going but not anywhere .
I’m very impressed you managed to eradicate the mice. They just seem a part of my basement space. They love to nest in bins of fabric!
yes they do.
They were coming in from the crawl space and we found the hole in a closet down there. sprayed a lot of peppermint and seal all the cracks. But then we realized they were also coming in under the garage door so we put a new rubber seal. And then there were a few in the attic, we actually put a web cam up there and we would get an alarm when they got into the trap. we caught 6 coming up through a channel in the siding, blocked that. so we will see. Using Grandpa Guss”s mouse repellent pouches, So far so good, but really you gotta find their doorways. Also spreading lime around the base of the house works wonders as well.
Thanks for these tips. They are a constant battle here.
And they are so cute…
Going lightly. Ease. Joy. Peace. What a combo! Happy weaving downunder!
ease is so hard to explain, but so essential. it is not simple, it is a knid of management.
simple is good. basement space. imagining the big old loom being useful again. just seeeeeeing the three together this morning is hugely energizing… ‘scuse me while i go do a happy dance!
I feel a simple joy in just considering weave again as my center. There is an ease in the going.
A path sprinkled with threads of new beginnings
My heart skips a beat & I, too, know!
the skip is exciting, isn’t it?
Thank you for always share your creative path and how you trust in it. The connection to life, art, and our creative spirits that are always processing through, leaving a thread to show the way.
it’s the path really, I have begun to let the “thing” go finally…
An untied barge of silence floats through the night! 😌
how beautifully your words formed. How one thing might become another. How much that is a key. The flowing
Stunningly beautiful string of words. Creating a drifting, shifting path. Sparse and eloquent. Thank you.
They have the beat.
They are beautiful together, these three… maybe three lines of a visual poem?
I find it so easy today, to find words even. Maybe I just stopped worrying. lose the drama is my new mantra. ha!
You marked the mice?!
Ya know, I think mice can swim…and why wouldn’t they want to live in your artists’ haven…🌝
a sharpie dot. but of course one had half a tail and he was easy to spot. came back twice
Definitely a window….for Looking.
( I’m looking at these three…the moon, the weave, the waves.
I feel happy.😊
yes, simple joy.