How glorious. The pines and the rocks.

The skirt seems also haystack to me. One of Monet’s.

“Having said enough” made me panic, just a little

I love her. And her origin story.

It’s been great to see how your poetic sensibility tackles the business of moving house. Your nook looks very inviting. Thanks for sharing with us. (I wish I could give my big plants away. They take up so much room — whoops! Did I say that out loud?)

With one boy in Colorado and one in California, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. And what happens when K stops accruing all those frequent flyer miles?! The ban on travel to China is necessary and I’d be terrified if it weren’t in place, but there go A LOT of miles. Anyway, you capture the dilemma of letting go in that refrain “it’s how it should be, and sigh.” Doesn’t make it easier, the naturalness. The proof of a job well done. And as always, your cloth delights and the stories here, too.

Based on some recent posts, I wonder how an awakening psychic part of the brain might influence dreaming and speech.

Sometimes I think the only thing that needs to be said about an assemblage is where each piece of cloth came from. Lately I am including pieces of a dress that I got for my sister right before she died. It was one of the last things she wore. No one looking at the quilt would know. But I know. Does it make a difference?

I would expect nothing less from Marti with her lineage, her craft, and love of the world. I think we should all get ourselves some colorful skirts!! This truly inspiring me on a very bleak New England day.

Masterful not just in the doing, you old, plain and small woman, but in the telling. Such a welcome distraction on my screen this morning after watching some fact checking and ranting in my morning pages.

I adore those bears. I think, around here anyway with people I know, there has been the infiltrating disorientation. Where are we, one asks. How did we get here, wonders another.

I’m enjoying seeing the deer. And those trees! That is some kind of Jude magic there!

So glad! It’ll arrive for Soul-O too

I enlarged the stepping stones this time. They surely are lively. Like they’re gonna get up and dance.

Another very dense post. I like your watery paint experiments and the finding of freedom within the form of BOOK. Seeing the four of swords, I’m reminded of the loss of your Emperor card from another deck. Again, the square, the balance, foundations. To acknowledge that creative space is sometimes physical and sometimes interior makes a lot of sense to me.

The way the process shows me to myself is one of the most exciting parts and with Acey’s guidance this was intensified and deepened. You say it well above. How great that you had to put stones on your stones! I like that the earth images are held by such a watery field.

Something obvious that doesn’t get much said here: you live with very little on the material level. I don’t know how you do it and I honestly don’t think I could. To my mind, the underground, makeshift living quarters photo speaks to that. The reality of an almost temporary and jerry-rigged shelter. And then the snail? And the girl on the swing? The consciousness and mindfulness that walks thru the tent and walks the land and celebrates it all.

Fascinating

The inside and the outside observations have been rich to follow. I miss seeing deer. In this dense neighborhood we have lots of hawks, posses of turkeys, and frequent coyote sightings. But for deer you have to find woods.

Omg that narrator was hilarious!

Love the last shot. Funny I don’t think of you as a procrastinator because it seems like you get so much done every day. You’ll feel better when the driver’s license is behind you.

Computer issues are the worst but glad to be able to hear what’s up with you. Hello!

Are any of these mushrooms edible? I was gone over the weekend and so had catch up collages to make. Just today noticing the waning of the energy. Or shifting?

Lovely. I can almost smell the air. And I love how it helped you bounce back. And PS I just embrace the introvert thing because it just IS. When we have a party to go to I lay my pajamas out on my bed and tell them I’ll see them soon. I almost always have a good time. I almost never want to go.

Such vibrant colors! Love them.