While trying to save some old thoughts, I used the print screen tool to cut and paste and save a few excerpts from my old blog as images. Here the same method capturing the glossary page. I will use this method more, it's handy.
As I go I add stuff. Time has passed.
A again, for Accidental Story, way back as I was beginning blogging. This from the Listen to the River cloth.
A better pic here...
Link to the Flickr album here...
(A is for) Anyway, I never paid much attention to the term as I went along but it is key to how I think about the depth of the moment as it pertains to creativity. I'm thinking more about how we pass it by.
The most valuable lesson to me is that we can't own it. But we can use it.
I was going to delete my Flicker account, funny how I forgot, and how many old images are there.
Ha.
That image has reminded me of a set of squares that my mother and I cut out of remnants of some of her favourite fabrics. The plan was to make a long party skirt for me à la the 60s. It didn’t happen and I still have those silk squares 50 yrs later. I look at them but haven’t used. I appreciate so much that you give me permission to think outside the box which hems me in. I see some potential in those squares now and Mom would be so happy that I’ll use them finally. Be well Jude.
I’m always blown away by your work, imagination and creativity, your flicker images and the weaving – extraordinary!! You always bring me back to earth, to not be afraid of being myself and making what I love without the need for permission. Thank you Jude, for all that you give us so selflessly. I love your new home and often wish I could escape this concrete jungle, alas not to be.
Hey thanks for such kind words. We can adjust to anything really. I was once quite happy in a concrete jungle. Hey ho!
The Flicker was such a thrill, all that color and as if we needed it a reminder of what a trail blazer you are. It’s been years since anyone seemed to know about Tassajara bread. Thanks for that.
It all goes so far back, what a trip!
how Amazing that almost 20 years before movin’ to your forest cottage, this wee forest gnome first Appeared in your life! and now Again! how the magic is still Alive in those old images, waitin’ to be Appreciated!…
and the is a fire burning in the middle of this house.
I hope you don’t delete your flickr account, that is where I found you. Plus in one book from the library, with your bear under the water.
Nope, flickr is quite dependable it turns out…
(((Jude))) love how you dance with the changes as our worldwide web feels wilder and wobblier by the day… that tiny red dot is so alive with love and hope and possibility!
The wobble is apparently, very strangely scary…
Beautiful 🌺
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I took screen shots of the old blog too. I use screen shots a lot, it’s very useful! “Every fire burns differently,” yes…
I just realized that recently.
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Brautiful to read this, and though I love the familiar, how boring it would be if each day was the same
We can start with the familiar and wander off, stray a bit.
The right hand side has a badger in a kimono. The left a pig nuzzling the badger.
Ha, you are looking.
Hi Jude, I love the Flickr photos. I don’t think I’ve seen such early ones before – it’s lovely to see how your stitching has developed. Thank you for sharing them.
I kind of forgot how much of the story they complete…
I love the little quilt spirit and how it showed up! Delightful.
A little joy is all we need …
every rain falls differently …
and the ocean waves are always the same but different …
then there are clouds, and snowfall, and sunsets and and
life is full of endlessly different repetitions (she said as one stitch followed another)
Hey Liz, ❤️ I’m right here with you…