Fireside once again.
I like building a fire. The kind that keeps you warm. It is a simple joy.
To be warm. To have access to good seasoned wood. I sensed the Firewood Guy here finds simple joy in being able to provide that. Sometimes people really love what they do for a living. It should be like that.
The crazy weather did not make for a great indigo harvest this year, but the plants were happy enough to make seeds. I rooted a few, maybe some winter leaves to play with. Just to record the season.
Weave stitching formed her center. She herself Un-Dyed. At first I thought this is silly. But I don't care. I felt happy. To be alive and well and warm perhaps. And I just love October. And cloth.
This one reminds me of my mother. She did know how to find simple joy. Amid heartbreak. She made people come together and smile. Actually, now that I think about it, it was quite an important job. And she loved it.
Imagine if we all considered it that.
Stitched self looks like she’s tossing Autumn leaves 💛🍂🍁
Just thinking about that.
I have often thought how I would like to have met your mom.
She would have liked you.
I love the joy and happiness of her.
My mother taught me jumprope rhymes, somersaults, and cartwheels. And I taught my granddaughter.
Round and round…
Really love what you wrote about your mother. Reminds me of my own.
Feel so lucky to have grown up with someone who could enjoy and celebrate ..the little things. I didn’t always know it..but it was a light that shone around me.
Thanks. It makes me smile as a few images fly by in my mind.
Optimism can keep you going…after all going is all we got…
She made me smile.
yay
October is my favorite month. Silly is such a good thing- a kind of letting go, not caring, freeing. Going to sit with playground memories a bit now…
maybe just another kind of caring… maybe there is learning in it.
Maybe self caring.
Yes, which sometimes overflows to others. ❤🎶
“she made people come together and smile”… that is sooooooooo YOU! mother october is like the sweetest, softest childhood memory brought to life. i want to go jump in a pile of crunchy leaves! x
That was big, I have a picture of me in the leaves, somewhere way back on my old blog…
This piece give me hope. I want to keep this image with me the whole week to come.
Thank you!
Joy might remind us of us something
Silly is my favorite…
Oh my! At first glance my mind said she’s holding an arc of sun/fire/fall but my spirit said she is jumping rope which filled me with remembered childhood joy. Thank you for sharing your gift 🍁
yes, there are a lot of memories that just happened here…
A cold north October wind blew in last night while we listened to live music and this morning it feels like Change is in the air….oh Joy!
Your thoughts here are like a toasty fire…I’ll sit and think of my mom too.
( she loved this month & all it’s warm colors!–&she was born in Oct, passed in Oct!)
motherhood is so much about seasons…
🧡🧡🧡
Good October morning, Jude. Your joy only expanded mine! It happens like that. The power we have to spread Joy!
almost anything can be contagious, we need to remember how that works…
Your piece reminds me of the show cats who jumped through flaming hoops in Key West. Beautiful.
i hear music
Yes, joy for me is a choice. I can grieve and still find the joy. It’s not always easy but it’s always there. Thank you for the reminder, I love your little joyful creature and the expression is purrfect 😻 thank you Jude for helping lift me today.
yes, it is often ignored but always there.
Mother October is the absolute best! Love her. Transmitting joy. Gosh…thanks. October joys and blessings to you and everyone you love!
leaves have begun to dance…
Nothing wrong with silly and I’m still smiling at your dancer (Mom).
she did love to dance…
No, not silly…not at all. Mother October is beautiful. I am always so glad to meet your mother through your stories and memories. 🙂
No indigo this year for me. It didn’t germinate very well so there wasn’t much and then the squirrels dug it up. Next year I will try again.
it is through remembering that I came to know here even more. Maybe the perspective has helped me understand.
Such a strange season, Some actually just germinated in this warm autumn…
My mom was like your mom, I once wrote a winter tale for her when I was lost. She wore safety pins. The tale is called the Safety Pin Cafe. She kept people fed and warm. I aspire to that❤️ Thanks this was beautiful
she wore safety pins, How beautiful…
Woke up stiff and full of allergies. Thinking this is no way to start the week. Then I read your post… perspective changed! Ready to find and transmit joy! Thanks Jude.
Stiff and full of allergies here too. Dancing helps shake it off…