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thinking

Thinking about...

how important cloth feels in the hand

the difference between direction and destination

what seeds need to be ordered for the garden this year

how sweet something needs to be.

 

 

 

radiant mending

 

There was a moment this morning, as I was stitching down some of the section I was mending on my "made of stars" quilt,  that I noticed the way the velvet in the next square was rippling.  And so I continued stitching...

this just might work...

This (from yesterday's post) became this...

Just beginning, still will need some tidying, but yes I think this will work.  It was the word "weaving" that did it.  Thank you! 

 

creating shelter

It's wet and windy, a very stormy day.  The kind of day would have us all looking for shelter (my word for 2012) sooner or later. 

Shelter has a relatively simple definition, a place of refugee or protection.  More than anything, as I think about shelter this year, I want to document how I create shelter, what kind of home maker am I, how I feather my nest...

Today's mending:

What if it is enough to know what is underneath something? 

The silk/hemp fabric that I used for some of the squares on my "made of stars" blanket has frayed very badly.  The fabric was a gift from my mother and I want to be be able to keep it where I can see it, but it's just not standing up to the wash and wear that I put this blanket through.  And so I am layering fabric over the top of this fabric.  The red in the background is the first piece that I have used to cover one of the silk/hemp squares. 

What if we broaden our definition of a garden? Green onions anyone? 

 

And my Dark Day's Meal for this week: 

What if I make my own fruit/nut bars...make them just what I want them to be?   They make a yummy breakfast with a bowl of local yogurt. 

dawn of two different years

The pink dawn, yesterday...December 31st 2011.

The orange and gray, today...January 1st 2012.  More gray than orange. A small flock of robins is darting in and out of the holly trees across the road from me.  Another look and now there are a few stellar jays, juncos, and a bird I don't recognize (maybe a woodpecker of some sort?).  

I recently rediscovered a book I've been meaning to read and started it last night.  Dawn Light by Diane Ackerman. 

"Whatever else it is, dawn is always a rebirth, a fresh start, even if familiar routines and worries charge in clamoring for attention."  

"Nature includes both the one and the many, the squirmingly minute and the invisibly huge." 

The beginning of the calender new year is always a bit of a strange thing for me.  I believe any day, any moment can be a new beginning.   January 1st seems out of order when I consider the natural world.  And yet, there is something amazing about a group of people, a community, reorganizing and beginning again...