Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
I also mixed some relaxing, fragrant herbs for a dream pillow blend . . .
Friday, March 28, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
I return home to, among others things, the remnants of the fringe that framed that shower curtain that I ripped into the makings of that baby rug. Today, I pieced together the fringed remnants to create the sack that I had been dreaming of, one that would accommodate my journal (or even my laptop - or both!). I lined it with a sage-like green cotton and leveraged the "button" holes from whence it once hung from the shower rod, to tie the shoulder strap. The strap, made of the same green as the lining. All recycled and repurposed.
Spring enters my world in the cleansing droplets of clearing rain and in the sweeping gusts of freeing winds. Then . . . a moment of stillness . . . a sunrise . . . and a new dawn. A new reign.
Even as the first renewing rays of vernal sunshine kiss my little acre, my summer gardens are sparking to life in the flame of my heart and flourishing in my mind's eye - two vital spaces of creation. Those gardens are certainly reflected in the promise of the little sprouts and seedlings that beam to me in the south facing windows of my little hut. Those gardens are certainly reflected in the renewal of the "ordinary" fruits that will manifest and rule as the seasons progress toward harvest. Those gardens, however, are reflected in much, much more.
The seeds we plant in this season (as in any season) are seeds of renewal and they take their places on the throwns from which they rule in the days ahead. If it’s tomatoes you feel in your heart and see in your head, then be certain to plant to tomato seeds.
And may peace find free rein somewhere in your gardens, if only for a moment. Vernal blessings of springtime to you. Ashe.
This is the seasonal message of my latest Walk in the Woods eNewsletter. If you like this *and* would like to receive these eNewsletters - and don't already - just contact me and I will add you to my list for distribution (which is, BTW, 8 times a year and summarizes events, workshops and classes). Thanks for your kind attention. Now - go out and create a wonderful day!
Be well by Nature!
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Friday, March 21, 2008
I am still betwixt and between, here and there, without my usual implements of technology, not to mention my sewing machine, et al.
I have - yet another - new project started at home. The sewing machine is set up on the dining table, just waiting for my return. My return will allow me to finish stitching together the fringed remnants of that very same shower curtain that will one day - when it grows up - be a rug! Those fringed remnants are becoming - at least, in part - a handbag-ish affair. Just a little something bright and cheerful that I may use to carry the little pieces of my portable life with me as I venture here and there and back again in this fresh season of spring!
So, I've got that to look forward to.
As for today . . . I'll just harness the winds that are gusting in this new-born season . . . and float and fly where ever they may carry me.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
In the meantime, I have started yet another project. Sadly, I will have no "before" pictures to share, for the camera was left in the briefcase, with the computer, on the chair at the dining table, in the little hut. Such is life.
But, hey! I remembered the $4.00 charcoal-grey wool "Tally-Ho" sweater, the cruel needle, embroidery thread, pin cushion and scissors. And that's what counts! The sweater is one of those very conservative, buttoned-up, tailored numbers. Nicely made though stiff and stern in style. I saw it at Salvation Army, marked down from $8.00 (always the bargain hunter, that's me), and immediately spotted the potential for fun-n-funk-n-punk hidden within that drab, harsh, neo-con garment.
If this sweater is my canvas, then embroidery thread is my paint and the recycled patchwork-handbag is the inspiration for my palette. Ochre green, chartreuse, umber, peach and cobalt. An odd color combination, yet one that sang to me from my giant bag of church-bazaar floss given to me by my mother.
Four dollars, a little imagination, inspiration and a stitch-or-two of skill.
And the stitching is started!
Friday, March 14, 2008
I'm still working on my shower curtain rug. It's a portable project, so it travels with me. I unravelled a good deal of it, and then re-crocheted so that it might lie a bit more flat--a desired quality in a rug, methinks. On the the other hand, it may not end up being used as a rug. We shall see what it wants to be when it's ready to be whatever it is!
Anyway . . . the place where I am is high on a hill, a lovely landscape woven with woods and open field and meadow, ponds and running water, light and shadow, beauty everywhere. A GREAT place to wander in Nature. Yet, it seemed quiet and yesterday the boy commented that there weren't many birds here, that it seemed that there should be more. "We just need to invite them in," I replied. So yesterday morning, I spotted a lone blue jay and asked him to invite his friends. My path crossed with a nuthatch and bluebird to whom I also conveyed this welcoming wish. When I was home on my own little acre (to manage and pick up a few things), I paused to listen to the birds. I listened to them, to their melody, to their rhythm, to their laughter, to the beautiful music that they make as they work away at the season's chores. I listened, thanked them, and relayed--yet again--the invitation to join us in this other realm.
Today, there are birds everywhere. Ducks and crows, robins and nuthatches, chickadees and blue jays, and more. It's amazing what pausing to Listen can offer, as well as pausing to Ask.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I’ve had this old cotton shower curtain for years. In the closet, that is. It has some bleach spots, a few paint spatters, but is a quality fabric in very happy colors. In recent years I’ve used it for picnicking and such, washed it, folded it, and placed it back in the closet, high on a shelf, with an inkling that it was to become something else. I just had to wait to see the creation it held within.
The colors are faded, yet still vibrant, bright and cheerful. THe day before yesterday I saw what it--or MOST of it--is to become. What you see if the beginning of a throw rug.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
The ball of "yarn" noted in my March 3 entry grew a bit before I started this crocheted sack. It's only just started, barely 20% complete. I have a ways to go with it and MORE "yarn" to create in order to go the distance.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Yesterday I began the seasonal closet exploration. The coming of spring inspires many of us to clean out our closets, all too often with the intention (conscious or not) to fill them up again. We sort out our stuff to go to Goodwill, to the recycling center, to the ::gasp:: dump. But me . . . I sort by what I see hidden within that which has served its surface purpose.
I look beyond the obvious to glimpse what might be. I see projects, many projects. Old clothes made new again. Old clothes made into things that don’t resemble clothes at all. I still have more closet to survey and the drawers to get to, but I’ve made headway and I’ve started notes and accompanying lists for the projects that I foresee and the few sewing notions I might need to purchase to make them manifest. Fun vision, this!
I challenge you, look at something old today, and make it new again!
A recent example is that funky purse you see. That was made of pieces from an old patchwork dress, an old mattress pad and old drapery and a very vintage red rhinestone button that was given to me, along with many others, by my Aunt Mary.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Today I made sacred space.
Well, all space is sacred. I suppose it's more about raising the energy of our own awareness to that reality. And in raising that energy of awareness, we create a holy place, an altar upon which to build, a cauldron to stew our dreams, a space in which to manifest our dreams, whatever they may be.
The practice of raising this energy of awareness may be done with nothing but a feeling or a thought. It’s truly that simple. Yet simple’s not always easy. I don’t know about you, but sometimes I appreciate something around me, something tangible, to help my awareness stay keen, sharp and focused, no matter what my intention might be.
So it is that several months ago I created such tools to help me in such efforts. Four cords, spun in prayerful meditation, each with its own relationship to the four earthy directions. East. South. West. North. Each with its own unique meaning, value and essence of support.
I can hang them around me, or wear them, or place them on a table and in an instant I am able to create an altar of focus, to create the cauldron, to become the vessel . . . to become the altar. To BE sacred and one with all that is, was, and will be.
Today I made sacred space. I made sacred space with the help of lovely tools that spirit guided me to create during the winter. I am grateful to have them now and grateful too, for this sacred space I now have in which to stir my intentions and raise that energy of awareness.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
My day's not over yet and there's more to be manifested. I know that this evening will be filled, in part, with creating recycled "yarn" from old plastic bags . . . you know the kind. The kind of plastic bags that come from the mainstream super markets, when you go in for two items and come out with them somehow bundled in three bags. This kind of waste drives me crazy and yet it offers inspiration to recycle in creative ways. My hope is that much of that will be expressed here in this very blog.