Wednesday, December 30, 2015
abundance
a word,
abundance,
is clanging around in my head.
i suppose i will look
and see why
i suppose it's a point of view.
i suppose it's connected to gratitude.
it's everywhere.
winter has finally appeared
with ice and snow and slippery roads.
abundance.
our beautiful earth
abundant in the ways we need.
if we are willing
to do the work
we will share in this
i am thinking about this word
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
talisman
sleepy princess tess
in "her" chair
spun and madder root dyed gampi
on being crumbled ground
thank you catherine
junko sent me a book
full of surprises
stitch magic
if school was in session
it would be
a snow day
ice, snow, rain
more stump-woven shifu
weaving words and fiber and pain and joy
indigo walnut kozo.
and working on matching words
to experience
in a book.
maybe.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
peace and love
peace dove and carved heart
(thanks to barry and shanna)
to all of you, friends in the ethers,
happy holidays.
i keep christmas in a quiet way.
whatever day is yours
may it be lovely and paeceful.
of special note:
this christmas eve morning i've opened the house to a warm breeze.
unbelievable.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
nights change, so do days
moon is waxing
as this year wanes
but first
christmas brings family
news breaking in the family
and
the lovliness of relationships kept dear
through distance and time;
this moon surprised me
way before dawn
when i stepped out the back door into
weather borrowed from september
(too warm!)
and the ground eager for snow not coming for days
as el nino shakes up thinking and knowing
but old luna i know
hiding behind that falling-down black cherry by the barn.
luna waits, winking, saying
keep paying attention.
it is the easiest
and hardest
thing to do.
Sunday, December 20, 2015
light leaving at home
saturday afternoon
the wind came up and it was cold, wintery, finally.
i knew it would be harsh.
it was.
we walked down our dirt road
to the bridge and looked back,
back towards our place called home.
it was sunset
and a gray day among so many short gray days
and the wind gusted its wintry self
ha ha ha
because it IS winter.
and this is the other view,
this same stream as the one with the beaver action
in the first photo
and here it is.
this morning at the late dawn
snow.
two inches? i was asked? no
one? no
a half, probably.
but it's cold enough to make some more
or to build on this if the ground cools some more.
across the "pond"
man-dug into the stream that flows through the land
at the place called home
there are more ridges in this
rocky place.
we have plans, though, and will work hard
making this home.
it provides for us already,
but we do have to work some at it.
all good work.
at home.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
a little wild
the book page that i was weaving
from lokta kami-ito
took off somehow
and became a sampler of crazy
so this book that i had in mind
might be another altogether.
the pages wanted to hang out
with therese's shifu
and then i had to make a book mark
or another book
or a longcloth.
a small longcloth.
there remains enough kami-ito
from one sheet of lokta
to make two more 2.5 inch square pages
with milkweed
and a little bit of thread to sew with
left over.
i love leftovers.
bits of beauty that are marks of abundance
grapes now in the pot on my stove
making prints.
landskeins visible as dusk returns.
aimee sent some more abundance
milkweed.
milkweed
milkweed.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
whirling clouds
astonished, i drove,
braked,
and looked and looked
snow geese
amidst their larger cousins
everywhere, in dizzying clouds
i parked behind
that car dealership
whose owner dug this pond
on my road
and there,
amongst the canada geese,
the snow geese.
every time i hear that story
of the snow goose on embattled english marshes,
but here
they bunched into groups
keeping in the water
where, perhaps, they retained
a little more mobility?
now swimming
after that huge kaleidoscope
settled down
and oh they were loud!
all of them, see those snowy ones
with their mouths open?
perhaps they'd just left the field across the road
where a little corn might scatter around
waiting to feed these late movers
or happy winter feasters
whichever they are.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)