Away we go for a bit. Some visiting, because it is not snowing and warm. OK. A little Nine. One inch squares. Nine as Time passes. Maybe yesterday, today and tomorrow. Maybe a blink of an eye. Here today, gone, well no, maybe transformed tomorrow. Today’s dot is a reminder of fullness. Car travel, dots are small and easy, I can continue. Needle , thread, a few loose scraps. Maybe a pencil and a scrap of paper. Small cloth. Thought […]
And here we are. Reminds me how Mom, in her oldest of age, used to call each morning and declare, “I’m still here !” We came fairly near to a frost this early morning. Fuzz Face decided it was a bit chilly. That’s the tablecloth I made for Mom, she loved checks. I backed it because it became so thin, quilting it in my spare time. So many blackberry lily seeds, going to spread them around when I go out […]
Imagine if it was possible to actually use every last scrap here, how big a cloth would it be? How tiny my scraps of self are becoming. Enough for lunch, everyday for a while now. One way or another, I will attempt to use most of what is here in terms of piles of cloth. It amazes me that I mostly did not buy any of it. It is amazing how things can be given new life. Sometimes by just […]
For a long time now, inspired by Dana… …the cloth I call Grow, remains on the table, as a Table Cloth. It made a a great backdrop for seed sorting yesterday. While we enjoyed a few drops of rain for about 2 minutes. Here in lower New York State, where water is everywhere, declared a drought area with reduced ground water for at least the near future, expected to continue now for however long. Birds , bees, squirrels, chipmunks and […]
Often, I just can’t stop. I liked it simple actually, not that I don’t like what it became. I wrote a poem while I was just going. Actually, just words, what makes a bunch of words a poem? Maybe just how you see them? I had to look it up, if dreamed or dreamt was correct. I am not too good with knowing words. And then, dreamt just felt better. A lot of times, that is what language has become […]
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 […]
Mantra Sanskrit Derived from the word think. Thought catching then. Repeating the sense of this floating through time. Maybe at least 9 times. This one, time is more obviously not standing still. And perhaps the nine, more obviously a kind of personal logic, to hold something. I am not a Buddhist. I am trying to remind myself. about Just Going. Maybe I am a NINE-ist. Clever,,, but really, I don’t like to call myself anything. Labels divide us.
What if, was the question. What if Trust could be something like floating through time? That simple. I’ve been distracted from things here, the Zone and almost everything I think I need to be doing. This small cloth brought back some simple peace. Actually growing from ideas about living on a houseboat from years back. Also a what if. We are older now, but still, floating through time. With questions and the same sense that floating brings. And then, the […]