Friday, October 30, 2020
Nature has been for me, for as long as I can remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure and delight: a home, a teacher, a companion. Now I live in a strange, different landscape in coastal California and prepare to begin again. I glean in private moments of wistfulness through the golden fields of acceptance, grace and gratitude. For it is up to us to distinguish between the bitter and the sweet among our memories as we glean, gather in, and let go. Weeping may endure for many seasons of our lives, but we can also ask to be surprised by joy.
~ SBB ~
Thursday, October 29, 2020
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
The path is a spiral. We go up, but we go in circles.
Each time around the view gets a little wider.
I am reminded of just how much a spiral the authentic journey is when I get stuck in a set of circumstances from which escape seems impossible. When this occurs, I need to ask "What's the lesson here, so that I can move on?"
So I start again. Begin at the beginning. Make Gratitude an active rather than a passive prayer, consciously bring Simplicity and Order to my daily round, honor moments of being rather than doing.
Even if I can't change my outside circumstances, I can change how I react to them.
~ Sarah Ban Breathnach ~
The life we want is not merely the one we have chosen and made.
It is the one we must be choosing and making.
~ Wendell Berry ~
Saturday, October 17, 2020
This month's topic at Stitch Club was embellishing printed fabrics. Techniques such as broderie perse and crazy quilt patchwork were included.
Hand embroidery work has been a soothing pastime for me recently, so I was interested in exploring an October project. I found a nice fat quarter that featured a moth motif and some surrounding floral designs that seemed like a promising place to start. I wasn't sure what parts of the fabric I wanted to use, so I cut around one entire repeat of the print, thinking I could trim it down later when things were more defined. But as soon as I cut into the fabric, the moth and flowers were no longer what I saw.
Here's where I began:
And here's where I ended up:
My project became a calavera, a representation of a Mexican sugar skull for
I'm calling her Clara,
after Clare of Assisi, patron saint of needleworkers. She is keeping watch over my sewing room.
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