No trick.
Just the time it takes. And what is learned by taking the time...
He sat there watching me stitch for days through the drip drip drip.
And when I got up today, and said ok that's it, he took over my sewing chair. I left my couches and other upholstered stuff behind. Didn't fit in the truck. This is the only comfortable sitting place. I think we can both fit here. Still in the 40s. It's pouring and a chipmunk dug up all my sprouting morning glories.
I'm glad I took the time. I'm ok now.
I'm Home.
When my dad moved from his house to an apartment, his apartment still felt like home to me because all the furnishings were from his house and it was very familiar and comforting. Glad you are feeling at home now.
Comfort is the thing. It comes from inside.
Welcome to you new home. I am still looking for mine. Your words are comforting to me.
Take your time 💚
Good Afternoon!
So happy you are feeling better. I sometimes long for solitude…
I envy your chair! Makes me want to head out looking for a comfortable
retreat of my own. I find old things relaxing and ..so glad you have Soul-O to keep you company. We have several new rabbits that scamper up and down the drive. Amazing how those little creatures make us smile!
So glad you are feeling stronger and that the urge to push forward has
weathered the storm!
Haven’t seen rabbits yet, but 5hat cuz the grass is too long. Gotta get to cutting the meadow.
Yes – home is complicated. And the feeling of a place changing to a home is like this deep soul satisying hug.
All the best!
It’s happening!
So glad to read and hear this… Time is the answer for a lot of things. 🙂
Going with the flowing. 😑
Thank you Jude, I always appreciate hearing you talk and sharing your experiences.
Hey! Good to know you stop by…
“I’m home”
Glorious words that sounds so peaceful .
Simple, like food.
Oh my goodness, I have been receiving your newsletters for a while now, and wanted to thank you several times–with a star & deep bow for that stitch for those of us who don’t love french knots–and somehow never got to it. When I saw you were feeling poorly, I thought surely NOW I will reach out and comment on your extraordinary work. But, alas.. . . I do get the feeling that you have lots of support from those who have been following and supporting you for a long time. I am so happy for you, to have that. It sounds like you recently moved–and to a temperate climate, with seasons and spring flowers, and annoying creatures who eat your morning glory sprouts. Here I am in Kona, Hawaii and often missing the climate of Toronto, where I lived, over 30 years ago now. Anyway–long winded here–I am FINALLY spurred to write because I clicked on the Moon and then didn’t have a password to enter. How do I do that? Much love from this stitcher, knitter, multi-media artist and yoga teacher. (I teach online. Would you like any info?) Blessings to you, Jude, I am just amazed how you can produce and post every day with such gorgeous photos, such sensitive texts–I am in awe.
Hey thanks for taking time to comment. It’s a looking story, this blogging and sharing and travelling companions. The moon is the gateway to my private pages which is a paid subscription. You can read about it here.
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this piece is beyond beautiful… how the inside space of the beast’s tail forms an eye… and so your “tale’ gives insight! to find one’s true home is well worth the difficult journey taken to arrive there. i think all us ragmates caught our breath in unison when we saw your magical poet cottage for the first time. welcome HOME, dear jude! x
Maybe it’s what we carry.
It’s good to hear that you’ve got some inner comfort Jude. Good. And I’m glad too to hear that the chair will fit you both. Having that little body nearby makes such a difference. The other day my blood pressure reading was in the high 140s, then one of the cats came to sit near me, purring. He didn’t bump the thing, he just sat there, I didn’t move, all was good. The reading was 124. Fluke I thought so I took it again after 1 min. 125. I’m amazed. Just like that.
Yes, he is a special ragmate.
Everything is looking settled now.
Replant the morning glories — a piece of chicken wire over the seedlings might help keep the critters from eating them.
The critters were here first, ha!
The beast is back! 💙💙💙
I know how you feel about moving! and to make a house feel like Home 🏡 it takes me awhile to be comfortable in my own spot!
🐿️ has found his happy place 😁
It’s the little things…
Hello, Jude
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Hello
Welcome home Jude.
Peace dwell with you.
Home is a kind of peace, thank you.
It takes time to make a house into a home. You have to do a lot of things to make it comfortable. And as you put things out and up, eventually it becomes the refuge that you need, dreamed of and love.
The stitched beast is beautiful along with its whole surroundings. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
It has a lot to do with acceptance.
It looks like a great home, a beautiful sky up above and with a beast guarding the door
It seems a bit like a new kind of bubble.
Yes, it takes time, sometimes years actually…to feel at home. Absolutely love your beast piece. ❤️
Yes, I guess it depends ds on a lot of different things. Thank you, now I like it too.
Ahhhhh…Nothing like it.🪡🫖
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Jude~ I am touched by your thoughts on home. I can relate. The beast, both moving through and yet, firmly right there – front and center, home. I am happy for your sense of this. It means a lot.
I feel so much better in every way.
<3