This Old Heart Been calling this that. I added circles. A basket. I stitched them with Deb’s thread, the one I call sketchy thread, mostly whiteish with some dirty grey marks. I remember asking here about black and whiteish, if she could do that. And she did. Using one strand, on this scale, a lot like a drawn line. Line, another subject to be revisited. I thought I might be done, but then SUNflower popped back up, because it is […]
I simply had to laugh. All the trimming we have done here and already the sumac has grown back in the field of ferns. Throwing shade on the garden. And tree guy says… everything grows back, there is no stopping that. Keep an eye on it, let it be, or get a chain saw , or pay me, I don’t mind. Growing here has taken off. In all directions. I can actually catch it in motion. But I have no […]
Humid, way hot, yet turning. The light begins to seep through the tired foliage. We are opening to autumn. I am back to the circle that I drew on Grow, tracing the edge of the round glass table it sits on. Maybe it just defined my current reach. Now red, like a ring of fire.
To become what? What if we just let go? To envision is not really an end. But a way. To keep moving. While I move through this one, with a bit of Liquid Applique, Freedom is resting on Heal. Again, it seems to belong there. I drew some lines. While remembering many Small Journeys that brought me here.
G. G is for green and yes there is more and more Green. And G is for Gross, the humidity and heat that is. But G is also, suddenly, for Goodness Gracious, Love in the Mist comes in colors! Grow is on the table. I am not measuring, just eyeballing, and now drawing a circle. The circle is drawn. measure G is for the page I made for Grow that needs attention. And G is for the Glossary I added […]