It figures, I'm in the woods and a small stary cat has emerged from the depths of new green.
I'm rather sure it's a female. I fed her yesterday and today. Very scared, watches me from the woodshed, and comes down to eat after I go inside. So, a new friend, no name yet.
A blue jay left this.
The stitched version of this ( Hold on to the Dream) sold in the shop before I had a chance to say it was there...
I stitched some Magic thread into the ppaper, I like it. Still working on this one, it gave me a hard time, some water splashed on it and some parts are still bothering me. If the edges seen a bit jiggly, well, I don't use tape. Just another thing to buy. And most of them have plastic or some synthetic garbage.
A feather! What a gift! 💕
Yes!
Bonus points for imperfections, because it’s a celebration of real humanity, and I’m happy you fed the little kitty. I don’t see any jiggles anyhow.
I am getting better at the edges, but then who really cares, right?
Glad you have a new friend visiting! 🐈
and again I’m too slow getting to your shop pieces! there’s always hope 🤞🏼
💙✌🏼
I was so surprised. She’s small, but I wonder if she is pregnant? oy.
I’ve been sneaking things in the shop lately. I don’t like the advertising part that much. But folks have asked that I preview more. We’ll see.
Jude~ The way they just find you! Magic. When I was young, we cared for a stray gray like this one. His name was Klutz (named by a neighbor). I loved him. He was a very polite stray. Your green is so filling. We are turning more and more brown here.
xo
Maybe the cat has some kittens hidden away somewhere?
doesn’t seem like she is nursing…
My husband always leaves blue jay feathers to leave me messages. Love your new friend.
oh that’s a nice thought…
animals know a good heart. love the feather…inspiration for a new patch?
maybe
Thanks for the beauty and quiet inspiration…my dearest love’s body is being prepared for decomposition at a place in Seattle called Recompose, and I am falling apart thinking of his beautiful body, and the goodness it brought to me. I’ll have soil in eight weeks to bring to my place on the Oregon coast, but the tears keep falling today.
Sharing frankly here because I’m mostly alone in all of this,
and it seems like there are tender-hearted ones here like you.
I am glad he is finished in this body, as he suffered for 45 years as an addict, but the grief is real in losing such a dear friend.
Knowing you are in the forest looking, listening and allowing your body to be healed. Thank you for sharing your life here, now. Peace, and may peace prevail on earth. May peace prevail on earth, May peace prevail on earth.
I think more and more about death, which of course I guess makes sense as we get older. So many theories of how to handle it but none of them help really. It’s hard. But it’s true and real and the experience teaches us so much. I’m so sorry for your loss. And the alone-ness. Another difficult thing. I have experienced this in so many ways these last years.
Being in the forest has helped me heal many wounds.
May peace….✌️….
Thank you. I am reminded by your words to put myself in the forest. I’d forgotten.
Kelli~ Oh gosh. I’m so sorry for you immense loss. Addiction is such a heartbreaking way of living and then in death…still hard. I’m glad you have reached out, this kind of aloneness is so difficult.
May you find peace as the days move through.
Nancy
Thank you for your kind words. I’m
mostly at peace glad that he no longer suffers, but today has been so hard, as his is the only body I’d ever known and trusted.
I too am sorry for your loss Kelli. Having lost my younger son three months ago, I find thinking about the absence of his body a peculiar and agonizing thing. I’m glad you’ll have some soil in which to grow something.
I hope to plant wild rose endemic to the coast where I live. It is medicinal for the heart, and the scent is so sweet.
It must be so hard to lose a child. I hope you are finding comfort somehow. Life these days is so damn disheartening.
Oh, my dear Kelli. Your sharing touches me. I had my own experience many yearss ago of dealing with a loved ones addiction, death, and handling most things alone. May your tender heart find moments of peace.
Thank you. I’m sad you know the sorrow of having loved an addict. Many times in our ten years together I wanted to quit, but love kept me, taught me how to stay. Mark was an extraordinary man, and I’m grateful to have had ten years with him.
Love, love, love this!
It will be fun to see where your relationship with your new friend ends up.
Soul-o doesn’t know yet 😂
I was wondering.
Its beautiful. Someone is very lucky!
And I am very lucky