Be in it. The haven I created here is not just for chipmunks. All of it, just is here within view. More life. As it is and will be. Earth Weeps. Under the needle. Weaving on my mind. Because weaving is a special kind of holding and a special kind of reminder.
This is Woody. We met on the first day here. These two doves do everything together. Maybe I should rename this blog Spirit Birds. I am boiling up the black walnuts today. They have been soaking since last fall. Frozen on and off for months, thawed and smelling spicy. The dyepo(e)ts stay out on the porch most of the time. Gotta move them anyway. We need an outside fire pit. Should think about that again. But, in terms of frame, […]
I like this double form. The double wishing star. I am thinking it might work for many things, a compound nested symbol. Something framed by itself. It gives the form a kind of depth. Perspective. Personal symbols are a picture language and life is complicated.
From another season…Building a blue frame then…reasoning I love that reason rhymes with season. How season might even be a good reason. Today I will begin a fast. Claim her own Wisdom, as grace mentioned in her latest post, which I cannot seem to comment on… Hi Grace! Brings me back to what we know from experience. Wisdom, which is knowledge, but a knowing framed only by a life lived. Ginger Lemon Water, the beginning, in an attempt to purge […]
The edge, the Frame of Mind, in this case, I suppose might simply be the hope for containment. On so many levels. Maybe even just the ability to hold the scope of it. Back to Back Patchwork. I lifted this picture from way back in 2006. From the beginning when I was working on Listen to the River. I am using that method here. I have some videos somewhere, but let’s just say patchwork on both sides, wrong sides facing […]
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 […]
Just Because she was present here on the porch. It’s 7 AM and already 65. The chill has past. Bees are a-buzzing. She, the spider, is hiding under the cloth now. Probably fairly true to color. The porch wall might not be the best place to photograph. Color seems to change there. But color is not a “thing” anyway, it is a relationship between the eye and the brain and the moment. Anyway, the roof is a deep red, I […]