Remembering Dad who passed on this day in 2011
it was a complicated relationship for me, I am unsure if it was for him. I suspect so.
We did our best and it will have to do.
A small amount of his ashes are in the pendant/urn tucked into the nest collection.
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
|wild lettuce in seed|
Monday, August 28, 2017
|Mother and Child|
The bigger of the two came to me from Nova Scotia, the smaller from Narragansett RI
I have no idea where they were before that.
Stones seem so stationary and yet they aren't at all. They move around over the course of their lives we just don't notice since they exist on such a different time scale.
Here are some thoughts on their migration habits that I found interesting
Friday, August 25, 2017
I don't do it often and it was a lovely, lazy day.
I spent time poking along on the Magpie this afternoon
Stabilizing stitches and moon work.
Work was done on tribe 3 as well, I am learning the signifiers of this particular group and have had to backtrack a bit. Each tribe has an identity that is adhered to.. for the most part.
|progress tribe 3|
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
|tribe 3 progress|
I start with the stone, Tribe 3 is composed of dark smooth slate
I looked it up...
Slate is a fine-grained, foliated, homogeneous metamorphic rock derived from an original shale-type sedimentary rock composed of clay or volcanic ash through low-grade regional metamorphism. It is the finest grained foliated metamorphic rock.
slate: a dense fine-grained metamorphic rock produced by the compression of various sediments (such as clay or shale) so as to develop a characteristic cleavage
- : a change in the constitution of rock; specifically : a pronounced change effected by pressure, heat, and water that results in a more compact and more highly crystalline condition
I had thought that slate was simply sedimentary I didn't remember the rest.
A transformation is a part of its history too.
both of these qualities suggest a part of the identity of this tribe.
The core of it/them
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Some seeds I scattered back in June have bloomed, I hadn't even noticed them growing so it was a nice surprise. Another nice surprise has been hearing some Katydids! It may not be as many as usual and far later in the year but they are still out there and that makes my heart glad.
Sunday, August 20, 2017
The march was very powerful. To see that many people come out to say "Not in my city!" in response to Charlottesville gives me hope.
I am trying to process everything that is going on in our country,
I need to think about how we can find a way to knit ourselves back into one people again,
what are the common threads and how do we make the necessary reparations/changes to address the very real problems that continue to tear us apart.
People have good hearts when they can see each other and don't feel hopeless.
I guess that is as good a place to start as any.
* I will not drive in Boston. Some of you may have had the experience and may understand why I do not have the stomach for it. The combo of a street layout that resembles a plate of spaghetti , my extreme performance anxiety, not knowing my way around and a big dollop of the famous Boston rudeness made me realize there are other ways to get there if I need to go.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
These are the first big tomatoes of the summer (we've had plenty of the little 'uns)
So its tomato and cheddar sandwiches tonight for dinner, and Blade Runner is on the TV
That is a good way to end the day.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
changing the world in large or small ways
our words and songs ripple through the air
the lights of our world ripple through space to arrive on other planets eons after we are gone
I wonder if we would throw different stones if we could see all those ripples clearly
Monday, August 14, 2017
Sunday, August 13, 2017
|Tribe 3 begins|
I find a great deal to relate to in the story and her pictures are always captivating
|keeping it together|
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Friday, August 11, 2017
|balloon flower in purple|
The springing of the yellow line of morning out of the misty deep of dawn, is glory enough for me. I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms. When the consciousness we know as life ceases, I know that I shall still be part and parcel of the world. I was a part before the sun rolled into shape and burst forth in the glory of change. I was, when the earth was hurled out from its fiery rim. I shall return with the earth to Father Sun, and still exist in substance when the sun has lost its fire, and disintegrated into infinity to perhaps become a part of the whirling rubble of space. Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost; so what need of denominations and creeds to deny myself the comfort of all my fellow men? The wide belt of the universe has no need for finger-rings. I am one with the infinite and need no other assurance.”
—Zora Neale Hurston, "Religion," from Dust Tracks on a Road by Zora Neale Hurston (1942), anthologized in African-American Humanism: An Anthology edited by Norm R. Allen Jr. (1991)
I keep this quote where I can see it often
I find comfort in it, because as much as we destroy this earth, we can never take it all apart can we?
we are connected to the world, the cosmos and each other in ways that are indestructible
ways that defy our own perception and our own egos.
I will still fight for and mourn for this world yet the cosmos is beyond our comprehension and it will go on no matter what and in one form or another I will be a part of it and so will everything else.
Thursday, August 10, 2017
I feel them deeply
There are no katydids singing this year, and very few crickets.
I found these tiny bodies on the porch and I expect I won't be hearing any at all this year.
I don't know why it has happened
I miss them
I'll keep listening, maybe next year.
Sunday, August 6, 2017
I looked back and found that I first began wrapping stones in 2009
At some point they developed into icons, families and tribes.
Sometimes they are all three
Sometimes they have secret identities.
often they have stories for me
I slowly piece it together
like an archaeological dig
Saturday, August 5, 2017
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
|sweet with bee|
We have a guest for a few days Bri is passing through before he heads on to Arizona for a new job. So I'm off to visit with him.