Monday, March 22, 2010

Mother Nature / Father Time

Mother Nature is refusing to move forward. The last day of winter our earliest flowers are in bloom. The first day of spring, eleven inches of snow fell on those blooms.

I am afraid to move forward too. I find myself questioning how we arrived here so fast. My very wise husband answered; we spend our lives anticipating the future, always anxious to experience the next….whatever. And time marches on. And now, we start noticing. We wish we could dig in our heels, forcing our speeding time to slow down.

So now along with the wonderful experiences also come the unavoidable dreadful ones. Please, Father Time, please take your time as Mother Nature has chosen to do…..

(photos by my very wise husband)


He took these two pictures on Friday, the last day of winter......


And then these two pictures the next day, the first day of spring....










Thursday, March 18, 2010

a week's pictures and process vs. product.....

Are these really sea gulls????
in Kansas????

Pictures of my studio....I just scored the shelves behind the sewing machine for free!!!
I had originally planned to write about which I love more, the process of making something or the finished product. I love the feeling of being totally lost in the moment of creating. Being in my studio, working on a project is one of my favorite things in the world. It's truly a form of mindfulness.
But I also love the product. This book for our granddaughter...
and this knitted dress for her birthday ..... I love seeing the finished products....

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Blogging

I started re-reading a blog yesterday that I’ve been reading on and off for the past couple of years. Over the time I've been reading her talent has grown. Her blog started me daydreaming. What’s it like to write something people want to read? What’s it like to get people interested and keep them coming back for more?

I want to write. I like to write. And even though I’m not a writer I have a desire to write well. Blogging gives anyone the opportunity to try. This week on House the patient had a blog and posted everything about her life. But that’s not what I’m looking for when I read a blog and that’s not what I want to write. I am looking for insight into what people think and feel. When I read something I recognize in myself I feel as if I’ve been tapped on the shoulder.

But I have to admit the nuts and bolts are daunting. Subject matter, technique, and not to mention criticism intimidate me. I am hoping it’s like art, just do it. And what the hell? There are a lot of things to read on the web. This is just my little spot.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

I am haunted by someone

Unrecognizable person sleeping on bench on sidewalk, elevated view


I am haunted by someone I saw this morning. This person was standing at the corner of my road and the county highway with a sign asking people to stop and talk. I was, as always, running late so I waved slightly and drove on. I have felt guilty ever since. This person is so lonely they’re reaching out to anyone who will stop.

Several years ago, about this time of year we noticed a woman in a pickup pulled off onto the side of the road. Day and night she was there. Concerned that she had nowhere to go, I called the authorities and they said, “Oh we know who she is.” And still she stayed on for about a week.

The following year she was back again for about the same amount of time.

It turns out after some investigation that the woman this morning with the sign on the corner has been arrested several times.

So now I find myself asking how this happens to people. What is their story that landed them in these situations of loneliness, homelessness, depression? At one time they were someone’s child. Once their parents have died is there no one left to watch over them? How do they become the lost people they are?

This woman has a home. But the guilt sticks with me. I’m afraid to get involved. So I become one of the drivers that pass by. And still I am haunted.