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Linda
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Sunday thoughts
Been a while.. More than a year. What happened in a year could be a novel. Just today matters. Sunshine and birds singing, wind blowing and life quiet on a Sunday morning. Been up since 5 and couldn't go back to sleep. Sat on the deck and read and watched... Continue reading
Posted Jun 21, 2020 at The Stitching Weaver
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I have never see stone walls that are so "messy". The ones I have seen are so perfect in their placement of stone on stone. Hope the person that made that one isn't listening. It looks wonderful. Also looks like you have moss like we have here in the NW. A good place for you to explore and live. So glad you found it. Love the green velvet
Come sit a while...
A whisper. Just This. This, this softening of the stone. Stone walls. Trees fallen and standing. Beds of leaves. This place. First stitches here, I actually found a small piece of green velvet on top of the first box of scrap that I unpacked this morning when I said to myself, Moss. I need Mo...
They are called nurse trees. I love that name and love seeing them. They are probably more common here in the NW where we have so many trees. Love that you have warmth and peace.
Happy New Year
gentle day
on New Year's Eve, as we ate, there was a LOUD POP kind of sound. and then more sounds. I said it might have been someone's tire blowing, them crashing into the road bank of Old Olive. Alyssia said a tree. So i walked the Doe Goat Forest to see and yes. a tree. I don't know why t...
It seems like it suits you to live on lots of land. I also have a small studio "bedroom". It is full of loom, desk shelves and the walls are covered. It is the part of the house that I feel is mine. It is my basket. It is so good to have you back here. I have missed you.
Letting it Unroll
The last thing I packed. When I named it. Remember? So I just unpacked it, which is unrolling really, because I roll cloth, it travels well that way. And unrolling is so much a ceremonial kind of thing. I finally found my pins and my basket of tacks. The small piece I pinned here was the pie...
so good to see you again here. I have looked so often and it is perfect for the new year to begin with your new home.
Happy New Year
Hey jude
Make it better. There is this weird-ass chandelier here. Just making it work for me. Not really back yet but working on it, dropping in to wish you a gentle holiday.
Sunday morning
I just got home from London. I was gone 12 days and so am totally jet lagged. I hate this feeling of not being whole. My soul must be over Greenland somewhere and I feel like I am almost empty. This was a trip I had wanted for years. I... Continue reading
Posted Apr 14, 2019 at The Stitching Weaver
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I know that feeling of knowing someone from birth and seeing their life. It is so odd to see what they become and how they act. We usually can tell what motivates them but we are removed from their thoughts. I go through this daily with granddaughter that is in my life. A pink plastic bed? So different from our generation...
knowing both of them, since Birth
like i know Emrie, now. From Birth. Alyssia is like some kind of Bower Bird. She collects and places stuff. not for a mate, but for her Self. All this stuff, infant to toddler, bright plastic colors. Drives me nuts. This bed, no where really to put it, but it was on Craig's Lis...
2019
I haven't posted in so long, I decided to check out this space and see if it still works. Not for anyone to follow or read, but maybe just for me. Who knows what I would even write, but I am still here. I still weave, knit, read, drink tea... Continue reading
Posted Jan 4, 2019 at The Stitching Weaver
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We have scotch broom here in the northwest, not sure if it is the same.
My dad used to go to the woods and bring "broom" to make a "tea". Not to drink but to put on skin when someone had poison ivy.
Hill
Old Olive Highway, just down a bit. On the left, the land rises up. First road. Carefree Way. where i live. Today, with chance of showers, we pulled the tarps back to cover the Goat feed. Where we'd seen that Huntsman spider. Did not see her but did see one of the long slende...
"bring them here".... does it not feel like home yet?
I think it must be lovely to be all moms there. I have my grand girl here with her baby and it always makes me think of what we have that we give to them. Things we have learned over the years that seem simple now but mean so much to them. We are blessed
science
a few days ago. With the Storks Bill that we pulled to make the vegetable garden in the Wall Beds at A. When i was pulling them, all the dye pots were still at the storage unit down the road. They lay there, the Storks Bill, a few days , in Sun. Drying. Seeing this, those days ...
I don't kill spiders but ones like that would scare me. She is formidable... size of a penny isn't so big. Hope you had a good mothers day..
Another kind of mother
well....here we are. I think Verizon has erected another tower. This is posted from This Table, in This Travel Trailer. If it's true, and if it holds, things will be Glorious. She was under the tarp over the bales of feed when we drew it back. Still. Waiting. Still. We exchanged ...
hope it's a nice day for you... sunny here for a nice change.
Garden Temple
Not about God really. More like an honoring, an offering to Earth, Mother, Birth, Life. Death. Love. A path through that. The form it took. I like the tallness of a little long cloth. How it stretches...Stands. Happy Mother's Day. To all of us. No matter how it all turned out.
It doesn't matter about the pics... just so good for you to check in with words. Breathe...
hard
it is hard. Every day there are new and totally different plant people rising and thriving. Some with flowers, some with seed heads, every day...a new one, not seen before. The frustration at not being able to get the pics on here is enormous. I feel it in my body... in the past, i co...
I totally agree but we are old ladies and don't have the yearning for babies. a genetic thing programed to produce the people for the earth. Also more souls coming in?
paired
Emrie's chromosomes are paired. Two. all of them. There is no Third chromosome. Emrie. Emrie Grace. Emrie. We GO.
Big sigh...
found out we are expecting a baby here. I will be great grammy as well.
Lots of joy
paired
Emrie's chromosomes are paired. Two. all of them. There is no Third chromosome. Emrie. Emrie Grace. Emrie. We GO.
One of the things I remember about NM is the sky. I have a pic of it on my phone that I often look at.
what we call Sky
Grace
I am not sure … it has been a long time.
I know that scotch broom grows here all over. Maybe it is just one of those regional names.
Sorry..
the daily practice....?....... the daily practice.
this is a pic of one of the pages in a catalog for Fencing...Premier 1, Fences that Work that somehow arrived in my mailbox addressed to my daughter a couple weeks ago. It's just the Greatest catalog, full of kinds of fencing, but also just a lot of practical information about livestock, ...
My mother would get poison ivy or oak... she would swell up. My dad would go into the woods and get broom sage and make a tea. Don't drink it.. but put it on the rash and it would cure it.
Now that's a long time ago and who knows? Seemed to work and I remember it.
the daily practice....?....... the daily practice.
this is a pic of one of the pages in a catalog for Fencing...Premier 1, Fences that Work that somehow arrived in my mailbox addressed to my daughter a couple weeks ago. It's just the Greatest catalog, full of kinds of fencing, but also just a lot of practical information about livestock, ...
I agree about the Netherlands.. they stood up for themselves.
I love the beads. Such a good cloth for the girl
magic
but first, my LOVE to all in the Netherlands...my love for your country....my love for your STANDING for the community of the planet. You did what the US chose NOT to do. So...THANK YOU! all my life there was the magic of black/white/black/white...back to when i had my marbles. I would w...
sigh of relief... will keep fingers crossed though.
she sounds wonderful..
here we are. where?, we don't know. but we are here.
yesterday Alyssia had an ultrasound. regularly scheduled. her mother, my daughter, Jenny, went with her. Not knowing what they would see. Alyssia's OB did it, because it is the 5 month one. not the tech. Jenny said the ob is not uhhhh, well, userfriendly. just matter of fact. which, ...
I haven't said anything but I am here. Sending much love to all of you
Thank You All
and to say i miss being on the blog....the Connection. I don't know how it will go. Will have to go day by day. But i think that life continues for Life Itself. As Emrie is continuing moment to moment, no matter. and how it's going is that i keep wanting to tell her things....tel...
there are bulbs sprouting in the garden. I am on hold. Don't want to be depressed and trying to keep at it. It is hard right now. Waiting too..
Not Stalled
The voice of deep winter works it's magic. Keep Still. Wait. But keep breathing. Stay alive. My mood is not light today. But I am ok with that. Part of me is sleeping. Part of me is not. I want to stitch on the center cloth (from here). I want its name to be Arising from Inner Warmth today....
great news... and you will be together .. so happy for you.
We DID it!
a Hill in these pics from the realtor....even in them, the BlueSpirits..... Again. realtors pics taken of the very small cleared spaces of this a little over 5 acres of the foothills. Most of the space is close to impenetrable with brambles, bushes, brush, small trees...
Glad of no calamity. We are getting tons of rain .. usual for us. Stay warm.
Just February
Big snow. Heavy wet snow. Tough shoveling. There was neighborly cooperation, and we are dug out. Last night there was clearing and moonlight and a deep freeze. I sat for a long time watching as the wind blew the heavy snow from the branches. They seemed to sigh with relief. And I along with t...
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a girl!
W is for many things
after reading Michelle's post with the Wisdom of Heather Cox Richardson, i was thrown back to those days that were such a personal nightmare, the last years of the person i was married to. How he actually used the technique of chaos. And i remembered what held me then was the determination t...
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