Good Morning... Not as cold as expected. Only -1. And the light is changing. A sense of warmth has arrived. The days have become longer. It's groundhog day. I just like the story.
I don't think I will burn this one if I don't have to.
We are in a better mood today. A decision.
Building another day...?
“Don’t fuck with me” I would like to see how that could be expressed with needle and thread. Soul- O might be thinking the same thing, too, with the mouse.
Yeah, a million images swirling…😎
I’m late to the party, but anyhow, I love the word Clarity. I choose a word each year, and I chose STEADY this year. I was hoping that I would move steadily forward. So far it’s not working. Maybe I need clarity to help with that.
I’m feeling my age too and was just considering that this morning. The mind wants to but the body can’t always keep up.
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Confusion has suddenly taken hold…
Well I went outside yesterday but didn’t see my shadow. Spring is on the way. I love that piece of wood, all the knots. Strangely I have a collection of interesting pieces of wood. Driftwood too. It’s still gray here so no light. Good luck organizing, I wouldn’t know where to start.
Spring is on the way in my mind.. .
I see a cat sitting sheltering your rainbow
I saw that too
Your little scrap, that you pinned onto the base and then you said it looked like sunrise, made me think of Stonehenge. Hmmm . . .
One of the things I love about you and all those you draw to yourself here, is that so many of you like the things I’ve been called weird for liking. Things like stitching odd scraps of cloth together with no intention, and random pieces of firewood. Sometimes I wonder how I ended up among so many “practical minded” people. Or, probably more accurately, how have they lost so much of their curiosity and creativity? Even so many of the creative people I know in person are locked into a specific, sometimes even rigid, definition of creative.
Yes, even art becomes a club, and we might stop thinking for ourselves. It’s hard to see through it all sometimes. And too much emphasis is placed on following. On so many levels.
Jude~ That ‘not to burn’ wood piece reads very female to me…so if it does burn, would there be a power in that? Mmm…?
The rainbow shape reads as well, the beginning of a rainbow to me. A door through a rainbow…could sure use that right now.
Blur-ity is a ver good and descriptive word. 😁
Yes, I’m thinking it will be useful, how ever it goes.
I like the rainbow vision…
Everything is so blurry, form will take hold…
Love the wood and definitely know the sentiment.. The world is weird and weirder by the hour but making and inspiring others is a wonderful salve for the brokenness we experience and observe…..sense of humour sure does get the needle threaded …that is when I stop laughing😵💫
It is so much my goal to return to sanity…let’s be neighbors and stop this craziness.
We cleaned the greenhouse today….somehow felt symbolic.
Ahhhh…
I have found that my mice don’t care if I bang on the walls. So now I scratch on them like the walls are itchy. I imagine what it must sound like to the mice – who are no longer here.
You are amazing!
Worth a try… ha!
So glad you didn’t burn the wood. It has a Robyn Gordon-ish vibe to it. Wonder what would happen if it got a little indigo soak.
On it’s own I see a stray self in that found scrap – under the moon, it feels like an owl…maybe it could have a word with your mouse.
Seems to be a lot of spirit talk in your world today.
Oh, that’s a grand idea!
Maybe it can be a shape-shifting self ..
Clarity and Blur-ity..can’t have one without the other!!🥰..
Yes, all one thing!
Lovely post, Jude! A phrase jumped out at me (I wrote it down so I won’t forget it!). “Honoring the little pieces that seem to be useless” . . . I use lots of rescued yarns, often they are little balls/scraps that someone donated somewhere or threw away . . . I love them so much, and my work would not be the same without them. Thanks for putting words to this. Have a great day, and I’m glad you’re going to keep that piece of wood – she’s beautiful!
Yes, scraps of self, always useful
I, too, love that sentiment!
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Love that piece of wood. I did a series of sculptures with wood, adding clay faces and wool hair and such. I always think of getting back to that, but don’t seem to make the time for it. That piece of wood is THE perfect piece for that!
I love that the tree came down, but in a way it is still standing!
I’ve done my share of banging on the wall. Old house seem to require it. All of the reading and discussions that I’ve been involved with this month regarding resiliency have always included the idea that times of change (or disaster) are times of opportunity. I keep thinking there are things we have to go through before we can reach that point though. I think we are going to need our kindred spirits more than ever…
Yes, and we need to hold on to kindness more than ever.
That gnawing sound seemed awfully appropriate for the times.
Also, it is very cold out.🙃
I’ve been thinking about doorways, resiliency, shutting the noise out. I moved to a rural area for piece of mind. Peace/piecing…. Putting my mind at ease one stitch at a time… wtf is wrong with him and what evil awaits keeps popping in though. Dogs, my 2 dogs are great companions and my cat reminds me to be fierce and move to higher ground when confronted by the big dogs.
There is a place in me that holds awful people with the wonder of what went wrong. I tend to associate mean-ness with some sort of inner pain. This helps me move forward without vengeance. Still…wtf?
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I see the start of a carved wood spoon in your piece of firewood! 🤎
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It is definitely a shapeshifter…
Great metaphor: the question of the hour (WTF) (and maybe of our generation) turns (to my eye anyway) into a doorway. What is the way forward? What passage might lead to sanity and the restoration of democratic norms? And, I like the sign to be posted out front: don’t fuck with me.
It made me feel better to say it today
Hi Jude, Love every post into my world from you…..the reddish thread…..a path into your smaller world? A long ago memory that I can still enjoy….when choosing what we each would like from our parents’ lifetime of treasures, I brought home the large-ish piece of driftwood from their garden I had long admired. It then lived in our garden for about 42 years!
I have my father’s bushel basket that he used to gather veggies from the garden. It holds the most precious scraps of self.
Smaller world, yes. Social media has become less safe, time to share less personal news, keep private. I am going to start posting on my website/blog again after a four year or more absence.
Yes, things have become very strange.
I love and collect pieces of Wood. Yours looks like a tiny owl nesting in a hole!
Yeah, can’t wait to check the windfall after winter…
Thanks for writing all ur thoughts
Thanks to all the people who write back to u
It means we are not alone in this very scary world
U have created a platform to voice our inner beings, something that can’t be expressed to the world for fear of being judged
It’s is much better, to feel free.
The piece of wood — so alive! A woman dancing with her arms above her head! It makes me feel more peaceful than I have in quite awhile & inspires me in so many directions. And “blur-ity”! It’s the first time I’ve been able to smile at my current lack of clarity. It has a permanent place in my mental dictionary! Thank you. :). <3
Just kept catching myself before tossing it in the fire. So beautiful.
A softer edge is healthier.
Hello, Jude. 🍀
Hey, 👋
i love wood. especially found pieces, that still tell their story. the stray self in your piece seems deep in thought with piercing eyes. i like the way her head is cocked slightly to one side, almost as tho she’s sayin’, “reeeeeallly?”
I find myself asking that a lot!
My son happened to be in the room as I listened to your recording. Mention of the mouse in the wall led him to say that. your piece on the wall looked like a mouse hole. An entry into mouse world for you or a handy exit for mouse.
Oh, ha! It does!
keep that piece. i can send you another if it comes to that. hard maple or black cherry or even stinky elm.
It’s gonna stay with me.🙃
Blur-ity, word perfect for these times. I too seek clarity but my usual sources are overwhelmed by daily events – as am I. I hover between wanting to lock the door and hide away and feeling the need to protect those people and places I hold in my heart. The world feels dangerous and confusing. Sewing, needle and thread, are the only things that really make sense to me – and, of course, my dog because she has a internal compass that navigates these times with unwavering steadiness.
It is so so confusing. Something slow and steady and useful works for me, even stacking wood.
I love the wood! I have used interesting pieces to hang art quilts, and my friend Cinde makes “Tree spirits” with gnarly wood, beads and clay totems. You’ll find a way to honor it, I’m sure!
Yeah, i l8ve this one, keep picking it up and holding it.
So curious about knots, I love in my photography. Symbolic for complexity and resilience. I can only imagine all the knots you have held stacking, chopping and building fires. Hope you have new species to explore! My sister has a Fuck it calendar this year!😁
Knot are really a big subject!
Seems we are all on the same wavelength.