bee creative

2 projects

Side by side.

In the basket.

A few rows here, a few rows there.

Thinking about texture.

what my earth beast might look like

It's a dark and stormy morning.

Looking at Jude's earth beasts, I thought "What does my earth beast look like."  This is what I drew:

She is tiny, like a bumble bee.

She burrows but likes to pop her head out on clear nights to look at the stars and the moon.  You might hear her humming if you listen close enough.

She is shy but has sharp teeth and can be ferocious when needed.

She likes to mend.

You might find her dangling in a tree, under a leaf if you look hard enough.

 

hearts

Another old journal page, cut into a heart and then glued on top of a doodle in my current journal.

Lola's heart patch.

Since reading Jude's post this morning I've been thinking about the word "love."  I don't think it's possible to use it too much with the people that matter to us (making sure that people know they are important, that they are valued, that they matter), but it is possible to use it too much as praise. It can get all messed up with validation and motivation.  Especially with young people.

And yet it always is something that I appreciate hearing. And there are things we, as a species, don't love enough (planet Earth for example).

It's a slippery word. 

Still thinking...

 

build a boat

Knit a sea...

subconscious

Block four. 

This one tilts a lot.

It contains scraps from other projects, including 6 pieces of clothing that I am still wearing.

The word I am considering today is subconscious.  

I've been doodling in my journal a lot lately...

#118 ideas

I had an idea.

And then I had more ideas.

And now I don't know.

It's easy to get paralyzed by ideas. 

Maybe tomorrow I'll know.

#101 mood changer

It was a struggle tonight. 

Tired following a hard day.

I thought spin a little yarn.

Think about tomorrow's to-do list (I have the day off work).

I went out on the back porch to take a picture.

And then there was so much more.

#85 less than

I was thinking... less than 5 minutes can keep a project going.

And then you stop, and look, and can spend a lot more than 5 minutes considering whether what you were going to do is what you still want to do.

The indigo fabric was dyed by someone my Mom and Dad know.  I was going to use it for the border on a top but that left piece...there is an eye there. 

And maybe it can just be a secret eye, looking out at the world.

#80 sliver of light

It's been over 10 years since I hung crystals and bells from the ceiling fan.

I still love it.

#78 enough

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.