Maybe Temple is not a good word. It’s connection to religion. Worship. Not my thing. In any form. Somewhere along the way, I was told, never talk about God, it will drive people away. I never take advice. Know me, I say. But, so, connection to something outside one’s self. The bigger, even if it is simply a kind of respect, acknowledgement of the smallness of self, I think temple can be used like that. Not sacred space but a […]
He is really patient lately, wakes up early and just waits. It’s May, and yet, cold enough for a fire, so I built one. But here is a lawn update. My neighbor told me to be careful, these weeds will take over. He gave me a puzzled look when I said I was excited. A little stitch. Not to much, just to make note of what was running walking through my mind. One at a time then, walking stitch.
I am happy to see so many bees. I look forward to next year’s garden now that I am a bit more familiar with what will grow here. Rain barrels are the next project. And maybe an ark… just sayin’… The red line is drawn. Stitched. Pressed into the cloth, It seems the beginning of a basket. I sense so many here already. And the line came through. I had spread it on the floor, to look. Covered in cat […]
Early this morning. A photo. Just finished stitching the last square. New seasons are upon us. I wonder how they will become for us. Heal. A quilt on the wall is one thing, but up close you are in it somehow. And that is what it is for. How joyously soft this seems to me now, like once upon a time when nine was not even a memory. A field of loose puzzle pieces. Once upon a time when there […]
Continuing. From here. I made a circle using the Double Running Stitch aka the Magic Stitch when it is done in black and white. I think really I should rename it the Double Walking Stitch. You have to go slowly. And there are more things to say. But not today. Loose thoughts are on my mind and then imaginings on how they might come together. And then of course the question. What If it doesn’t much matter? Followed quickly by […]
I love this picture. The longing in it. Many seeds were started in April. They were so hungry for more sunlight. I planted most everything yesterday. While lost in a field of thought. I think we have crossed over. April’s pathwork. april The Old Blog is still protected. When you leave a blog unattended for a while, spammers can move in. I am fiddling and cleaning but I think it has lived its life. Valerianna