Because I will be moving, I am again going through what is here.
I left so much behind last time. Time to consider that again.
Sorting through some supplies etc, I come across the crow quill and the india ink.
Once upon a time these things were everything.
Holding the pen, sinking into the spell of the dark ink, knowing that I will get there again, I put a few marks on an unfinished Joodle.
Inked over the words, and felt a rush of something unnamable.
I will sit with paper today.
used to worry about the mess indian ink might make, now that’s what i look forward to most…..how some things change for the better…
good luck with your move and everything that entails
Change always carries that possibility!❤️
Starry eyes !
yes!
Okay I missed where you first mentioned moving, you also do not reference “the man” ???where you off to? It was such a chore just moving across the property 5 years ago, I can’t imagine doing it now. I figure this will be my final resting ground😂😂
The man has left and gone back to his home country. It’s just me and I will move closer to my son up North of here.
Prayers for a peaceful move, Jude. I’ve been in my home for nearly 40 years, and cringe at the possibility of having to downsize and move. At 73, it’s something to think about.
yeah, timing is interesting
The older I become, the more I seem to encounter feelings or ideas that are un-nameable in English. I guess that’s why we have Art.
We learn to speak. And then what if eventually we learn when not to?
Writing with a proper pen and ink takes concentration.
One thing at a time, one day at a time.
You are in my thoughts.
The feel of it brings back so many memories
Its wonderful that you have such loving support during this transition. I think we’ve all been there. It will all come together when you start building your new nest. Wishing you the very best! ❤️
To spend the day with paper…lovely. And all those blues… And I see sharks in the water. 🙂
I know you are strong. But I will pray for your continued strength and peace.
I’m in a similar position, examining all, whether to take or let go, a life review of sorts. In the end Ive decided, its all ‘stuff’, the really valuable is inside me, it can never be lost, maybe forgotten for a while. All the ‘things’ I thought were so important, dont seem to have that charge now. In the end , when we die, its only our spirit we pack for the next journey.
I don’t have much really. I have begun to give stuff away. But I do have a lot of cloth.
Raising my hand for any cloth, even buy a bundle (which you should sell in threadcrumb shop)
Gathering thoughts on this…
Your photographs of your current surroundings, especially all the large rocks, the stone fence, the trees, and the roll of the land make me envious. Will your new property be similarly ?
Probably trees and rolling land, but less rock. But I cannot be sure, not sure exactly where I am going yet.
…the Pen and Ink .. refined symbols of humanity ..
L0ve.
Really love a pen line.
Moving is such a challenge. What to keep, what to leave behind. I think we tend to keep too much, it’s probably a sense of security thing. Your place is so beautiful I would hate to leave it but as a single older person I can see the need to simplify.
Yeah, too much, but needs change and I am trying to understand…
The move will be to a more rural area, so there is some excitement… maybe near cows!
I feel for you🦋
We all know in some way, right?, we get it.
Love the Joodle. I wonder what you and the pen will next create? Things to look forward to.
Clearing and moving…ah, I think I’ve been clearing since before the day we met! haha And still at it. haha
But, the actual moving part…yes that would be confusing and tricky. I see the nuts and bolts part of it (who would actually move us? Costs involved? Go where? How to clean one place and get into another (hopefully far away)? All connected to the aging body and finances.
I don’t envy you that part, but the adventure and being closer to family…what an incentive!! I’m confident it will all go well for you and you will find nature and light and magic wherever you land. xo
I am glad the pen and ink are out where I can see them.
Yeah moving is a hassle, but hey, ho!
I can’t think about things or stuff without thinking about George Carlin. Some things are magical artifacts though, like this quill pen. Enjoy your day with paper.
I can’t think about religion or politics with out thinking about him.
Oh George, we need you back here to put things in proper perspective. As to moving, every time I’ve done it I said, “never again: while remembering my mother’s admonition, “Never say ‘Never’.”
I hear my mom…
😁 TRUTH
Change is inevitable, whether we want/like it or not …
I’ve spent 21 yrs rooted in this same spot and I find it a wee bit crazy …having never lived anywhere longer than ten years at a stretch ( and more frequently, a lot less time than that)
Sometimes I am SO ready to hop in the car and never look back…
Ha!
I was like 35 years back there, was so ready to go. This is a bit quick for me…
I have a great fondness for pen and ink. Love the Joodle. Thoughts of moving would be hard for me these days.
Confusing more than anything…
Introspection is your ally, Jude! Acknowledge what the moment brings. I, too, am going through changes, and what once worked, no longer serves. I will spend time in my Gardens, reflecting…they are healing to me.
They remind us of season…
Yes, seasons of our own lives…
Time to fill new blank pages, let your nib flow and glide toward the new. 🌠 🌊
I so love pen and ink…
Beautiful
❤️
I’ve grown very attached to your new home, and all the surroundings through all your writings and your photos. Soul- O so happy and comfortable among all your stitching and gazing out through the screen. My heart is breaking for you, and for all the times we all have had to leave somethings we loved. But know that new beginnings have their beautiful things to offer. You will rise like a lady Phoenix rises and as Maya Angelou said, “I will rise again.” Sending a great big hug and love.
I was so much building something here, especially a bond to the nature…
I will do it again.
“Once upon a time,” struck me as the beginning of little conversations I could have with the things I am letting go of. A way of acknowledging what they have meant and then passing them along. Thanks for that
It becomes story, yes, and softened…
Even the brightest stars shine brighter in the darkness!
Magic…
Hello Jude,
This painting is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
Kind wishes,
eva
Thank you, it stills calls to me for more time.
“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.”
― Rumi
Thank you for this reminder.
❤️
You will be strenger and strenger and I believe all bad things, give you also good things.
Love and lightness to you❤️
What if it’s not good or bad, just challenge that comes with change?
I have followed and enjoy your blog for a few years. And I enjoy the comments and replys so much.(though the cloth is the star!)
I just moved several months ago after many years in one place, due to losing a person.
Retiring. And the change brought my creativity back 100 per cent. Now I have new relationships and sew, paint and so on every day.
You never know what you can explore within yourself when change is at the door.
Many blessings
The cloth and conversation depend on one another…
I know I am off on another adventure. I’m a bit scared, but you know… it will be ok.
🤎