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Yesterday, off work a little early, I took a walk along the bay...

I love how the pier on the left catches water.

The light is changing, the wildfire smoke is gone in the air and it is cooler.

It was so good to walk.

Early in the morning, which is now dark for so much longer, I am stitching by hand. 

I love the quietness. 

I am going very slow and really paying attention. 

Linen fabric is easy to stitch through, the thimble not really necessary but I've been practicing at times. 

I really enjoyed hearing everyone's thoughts and experiences with thimbles.  Thank you all for sharing.

 

where we might go

Yesterday, early in the morning, I went to the beach.

I gathered rocks and played with them.

Daydreamed.

Wrote in my journal.

Watched two trains that passed by,

a couple playing with their dogs, one dog leaping into the water to catch a tennis ball,

a couple of adults with toddlers exploring,

a few other people, walking,

and the boats.

 

There were a couple people in kayaks, a tug, a guide boat, a few small boats, one large yacht, sailboats, and just as I was leaving, a fishing boat. 

My favorite was a barge being pushed by a tug. 

It was foggy and the crane on the barge was obscured. 

It left me wondering where the crane might go...

and about work and play.

 

row row

 

I've been thinking about Jude's definition of art... Do I make anything I would define as art or is it all craft?

I do draw a line between the two.  For me craft is making something useful.  Knitting a useful pair of socks to wear is a craft.  Weaving net for fishing is a craft. Making a basket...

And all this can be art too.  A work of art can be useful, can have purpose.  Purpose is what separates the two for me.  Is there a purpose to what is being made. 

And then there is decoration, perhaps better called beauty. Some things might just be beautiful (although that can be very subjective).

We need craft, beauty and art. Art as communication, as consideration, as perspective.  Craft, and people who are makers, to make useful things...things for shelter, for food.  Beauty feeds us, makes us fall in love, become caregivers... 

Where we get in trouble with all this is when value is assigned. 

And...can how we live our life, our lifestyle, be a form of art? Don't we all present a perspective to the world by how we go about living? Is there craft? Where do we add beauty?

How we define words, how we are defining self...

endlessly fascinating.

time spent

Yesterday I went to the beach for a couple hours, early while it was quiet.

Mostly people launching kayaks and paddle boards.  One very beautiful rowboat went by...

  The water was incredibly still and the sky immense. 

quiet

yesterday's journal entry

I left for the farmer’s market over an hour before I needed to be there.
Couldn’t figure out why it was so quiet downtown…
So I got a coffee at Adagio and went for a walk down at B’vard.
And then the bookstore.
And then back to the farmer’s market;
where I missed getting gooseberries because the person in front of me bought the last basket.
The vendor promised to set aside a basket for me next week.
Next home, thinking to garden.
I took a nap instead.
And then sewed.
And read.
And wondered
Will tonight be the night I stay up long enough to see the stars come out?

trust

I trust…

That the weather will change.
That the moon and stars are there even when not visible.
That there will always be something to wonder about.

(Stellar Jay feather)

other things

From last weekend's walk.

I love this one just as much as the loon floating on the water.

Going under...what will be found?

Leftover soup found it's way into quiche as the liquid component.

(Avocado is one of the few non-local foods I eat, from California so not too far.)

My hummingbird feeders: fuchsias and petunias.  As well as lobelia and creeping charlie.

And "mending to wear."

That's when you mend something and then put it on so you can wear it that day...

 

a few things

There has been a lot of gardening. 

(Achoo!)

Walks along the bay....

Some cooking:

Marti's corn soup with a few twists of my own.

Salad with ingredients from the farmer's market, local paneer and asparagus from the garden.

And a start...

that went awry.

Somethings do.

hope

A day in the garden does wonders...clearing, organizing, preparing, planning, a bit of planning. 

There will be rhubarb soon.

I was lectured by a hummingbird, given the stink eye by an opossum and an eagle circled above my head.  The little birds flew in and out of the garden chatting as they passed by.

It's their world too.

I also did some stitching.  Nancy made me think of trains...

So I started a train for the Peace and Plenty blanket.

And at the end of the day there was the comfort of dinner with friends (Hazel!).

Before going in to the restaurant (the first time in 7 months), I sat in the sunshine on a bench watching people play.  There is a green space in this area, surrounded by stores, restaurants and apartments.

After coming home, I thought about everything happening in the world and the conversation on On Being with Colette Pichon Battle.  It is an important one, about climate change, full of many things to consider. 

"I think I’ve learned that even people who are — who see the world differently from you, they love something. And if we take the time to share what we love with one another, we can see each other’s humanity, and we can feel each other’s value. And if we can connect in a real way, that’s what we need to accompany each other, because some of what is going to be asked is that you just let me be."

I love that she uses the term "care economy," it's one to hold on to. 

On climate change, there is also this:  "These Climate Scientists Are Fed Up."

I am going back out to the garden again today.

There are things we can do.