What it means...how we make meaning.
Random or not?
I printed this one, the one below, and then took another picture. I've lost track of the layers...
"All the different realms, all the different story realms, and how many — every place, every window, every doorway is an opening to a life — a whole different life, a whole series of stories."
Joy Harjo (On Being Interview)
Sometimes interesting things come from unexpected sources...
I've listened to a lot of the podcasts that have been produced by TOAST, this one is my favorite...about lines.
More books added to my "to-read pile."
This morning I took my collection of words and scattered them among the pages of my journal.
And altered photos.
And while playing, discovered a shadow like a tree.
For those that like On Being and haven't listened yet...the podcast with Katherine May is a good one. There is a 2 minute excerpt that she reads from her book here.
It's early in the morning.
Somewhere out there is the full moon but I haven't looked out the window into the darkness yet to find it.
The velvet I dyed in goldenrod with white wool behind it for a little color contrast. I poured hot water over the plant material (stems with minimal leaves + flowers) and let the fabric steep with it for a couple days.
The yarns that I am beginning the sweater with, all local to the surrounding 100 miles or so.
The Snoqualmie yarn was dyed with indigo and marigold, the yarn in the middle (Aviary from Abundant Earth Fiber) is an alpaca/wool blend, and the yarn on the right was bought locally (no label and I can't remember from who) and that I dyed with indigo and eucalyptus.
Occasionally, as I knit with the brown yarn I pick little pieces of straw out of the yarn. I believe this was some of their original yarn when they started. It was from my local yarn store and I've had it for quite awhile.
There will be other colors, other yarns for this sweater. More on that later.
A few more days of sunshine and then we move back to rain and cooler days and nights.
It's time.
This weekend I spent some time looking back over the last 77 posts.
Thinking about enough.
Enough time.
Enough resources.
Letting things be good enough.
(After 7 or 8 dips this is blue enough)
Enough as in "all done".
(Hazel says "Enough, time to cuddle.")
What is enough to keep children safe? To keep each other safe?
So much depends on...
Enough.
This evening I am stitching binding onto the edge of a jacket and thinking about how we are all on edge, all altered...
(I am okay, just tired.)
"How are you" has become an interesting question.
"Fine" doesn't seem right and yet fine is a wonderful thing.
"Good enough," I usually answer.
Mostly I am distracted. Not sure of what I want to say or why.
Maybe a daily assignment would help?
A daily photo. Because it is something that I can do. For one hundred and nineteen days, mid August.
Posted here because it's the platform that I like the best. Because everyone who has internet, has access.
There might not always be words, maybe not an image. I'm not quite sure where I am going with this, but mostly I think...exploring what is good enough?
From my journal, inspired by John Franzen via India Flint.
The "On Being" podcast is one of my favorite things to listen to while working on projects. This weekend I listened to an episode with Sandra Cisneros that is being added to my favorites list.
"You know how you look at a tree, and there are some rings that had a lot of rain, and it gets really bigger, and they shrink. Well, we can say that about our own years and what defined us or what happened to us in those years." Sandra Cisneros
I tried to draw a ring for each year of my life in my journal but ran out of space.
I made a stitched ring too, although not as big.
This is the front side.
I love the soft edge where the two pieces of fabric joined.
I was there to meet Hazel and for a class with with Christine Mauersberger, at the Pacific Northwest Art School.
Wish I had more time to make post cards but it was back to work quickly for me.
In the morning before class I would go down to the pier.
It was two blocks away from where I was staying
I find my most true self when I am down by the water.
One evening Hazel and I watched the sunset and the moon rise.
It was magical time.
Worlds blended and resorted and came together differently.
A little alteration made a heron that would have blended in more visible.
Perhaps that is what considering does....
From the garden.
Yummy yellow beans and lemon cucumber.
Goldenrod from the garden at work.
I brought some home to do some dyeing with, but really need to transplant some of it in my garden.
It's on the endangered list at work...Goldenrod looks a bit weedy and it's in the front entry way.
Cleaning up the yarn stash.
Saying yes to play.
The babies are growing up.