The roses are blooming.
The bees are busy.
A guest in the garden.
I leave as much of the Dame's Rocket in the garden as I can for them.
A little doodle and a question.
What if instead of answering the question "What do you want to be when you grow up" with a career we thought more broadly?
What kind of a person do we want to be?
And just when are we "grown up?"
Inspired by Nancy, I took this picture a couple weeks ago on my way home...
I used to take a lot of pictures of my commute when I went by bus and foot.
A large part of me misses this kind of commuting.
It's more connected to community and location.
This week is my staycation.
I am spring cleaning.
Trying to clear spaces.
I will be devoting some of each day to making as well...
Today: stitching on a piece of fabric sent to me many years ago by Jude.
It's time.
This morning's mending.
This morning I've been mending the shirt I want to wear today.
I wanted to stitch a message on the seam but there isn't enough time so I went with a star on the sleeve.
It's a little crooked.
Make a wish...
The satisfying thing about hand sewing is that just sewing one or two needles of thread feels like an accomplishment at times.
Next up, joining this strip of three, to the 6 patch that already been assembled.
Later.
Not sleeping again, this morning listening to Ezra Klein interview Ruth Ozeki. There were so many ideas that were intriguing but this especially, Ozeki describes books as being a rhizomatic network, meaning that they talk to each other. This is something I believe, something I know. No thinking required. So many things do this...including the things we make.
A few days ago, the podcast of choice was Jerry Colonna and Krista Tippet, On Being:
There’s this notion of Carl Jung, the psychiatrist — ”I am not what has happened to me; I am what I choose to become.” And the focus of your energy and your vocation is how that manifests in leadership and at work. I think it’s really important that you acknowledge that — that work gives us means to create the safety upon which our lives depend; that it feeds and shelters us and those we love; that work can give meaning, but work can also be a means of our suffering. And in fact, without self-knowledge, work — which most of us struggle with; it’s not like that’s ever complete — that work is a place that we play out and replay what has happened to us…. Krista Tippet
I now have two more books checked out, two on hold, and two more on my wish list.
This is why I never catch up with my reading.
"Tell me what is it you plan to do with your one precious life?" Mary Oliver, The Summer Day
The Gibson Moon, he sleeps just fine.