To occupy oneself with a variety of small tasks. Sorting threads and scraps
Obsessively
Perhaps a piece developing
Old Gestures Unearthed
For the Creative Center
Fundraising Art Show Due on Monday the 10th Will Finish with a Gold Pen
~*~ Rose Petals for the Pennant for Mo "A World Where Love is the Answer" working with glue on this part Stitches and Text to Follow plus Lace Streamers It's got to get to Australia by the 20th ~*~ Holiday Greeting Cards also in Process
my wheat for his lemonade, His wittiness for my laughter, my variety of concoctions for his willingness to make use of them.
Lots of classical music, talk of the classics, and truths;
we read Barbara's poem "Three Laments".
Teas: two 'sleepytime' + two 'breathe easy',
sweetened by Stevia and steeped.
Sharing 'the unbearable lightness of being'
without ever calling it that.
We watched
"Shine"
(see links)
~*~ Saturday Made these Berry wine cordials by soaking wine with berries and spice for months, drained and bottled it for gifts today. I can not drink alcohol.
Doodled "Twisted Rainbow"
However My chronic condition was super bad today and no comfort for the left leg either so I took a walk with my cane. Totally unstable and no ability to stand still in drizzley rain but I like the shot anyhow.
So it goes ~*~ Sunday Aside from short sleeps, my Rx for CC, and a hot compress for the leg, music, a bit of broth and toast, nothing much. The old lady is still sick;so much so, I fear to alienate friends who call to say 'How are you', being tempted to say 'fine' . Of course I ask how they are and perhaps I'm told. I'm not even up for company if any were available. One fairly close by friend has offered. I don't want to chat on the phone. Everything takes twice as much energy as one thinks it might. Careful, 'You are quite grumpy' my inner therapist says. This is my fifteenth or so wake up from the aching let to heat the compress again and down another glass of "CALM". I meant to post this at 10PM yesterday but it's already Monday morning. I 'want' to think this too will pass, and since everything does it will, but I don't believe it will be a return to well woman old age. 'It's the illness talking' my therapist says, 'don't listen'. The rash has just flared up again all over my face too. Poor me. Such darkness! I'm going to mine some old photos for light: 3.26 2010 Skylight beautiful blue sky in the old Dharma Mittra yoga studio
3.26 2011
Daffodils
found feathers, wooden carved chickadee and cardinal with the stone owl in the alcove by the alley window
3.26.2012
Forsythia
in Westfield Massachusetts with dear old friends Jenny and Richard
3.26 2013
Cloth Work
with light on my work table when I was still sewing
3.26.2014
Ceramic dove
that holds my mailbox key, backed by Jude Hills gift of a stitch sampler when she was leading 'The Magic Feather project.
3.26.2015
Stone Buddha
Given to me by Jude's brother, Nemo, and holding a $100 bill to remind me of the transitory nature of things, backed by a street found seascape I eventually gave to my Superintendent because he said it reminded him of his home in the Dominican Republic.
Lastly
This Happy Song,
the words of which are all true, and which I also posted at face book.
I practiced the
art of no plan, of just a starting notion each day, of roll with the weather, the punches, whatever. Endless lists end up in the trash. Summer flees,
and I seem to have fallen right through it.
Like blackened berries that succumb to frost, I see Winter in my eyes when I pass a mirror.
Had I realized that this was merely a different sort of Summer,
it might have
made sense. I might have just relaxed into it.
But, all the time I
was resisting.
Fall's approach is actually a great relief.
MONDAY
Session two with a wonderful teacher.
We learn patterns, and to move as a group.
There are several films, and a wealth of on-line information about Isadora Duncan
Playing with cloth color combination at Jude's Spirit Cloth
This gift suddenly seems relevant
Beautiful woven bees
I see two nine patches
if I can bear to cut them out
Evening visit to a poetry reading uptown
featuring the one and only, always delightful
Evie Ivey
WEDNESDAY
The subway stop has two mosaic tile eyes. Here's one.
A visit to my wise-woman-councilor set me a block away from Central Park. I wandered happily for several hours.
Bark of the tree where I rested
sitting on its root
Root Meditation
http://youtu.be/rHHMESPnfYk
Wind Meditation
http://youtu.be/Lz7y4h-fE7A
THURSDAY
News
One-- An anonymous person phoned the Environmental Protection Agency, who sent an inspector to warn the Monsignor that a significant fine would be levied if we were caught watering during the hours of 11AM and 7PM seven days a week. I was in the habit of turning on the underground system at 5, then going off to my other activities, and turning it off at 9.
Bind Weed
Two--
Despite my twenty years of care taking labors there, despite my love for the garden, I am considering withdrawing from it. This Monsignor has been less than cordial many times since he took over three years ago. I am not the only one who has suffered.
There's a bunch of us.
This season, he has been witholding money for plants
save the once a year tulip planting.
What happened, I wonder, to the garden budget?
Berries ripen if facing the sun
But stay green in the shade
I have felt less and less appreciated, more and more frustrated, and the garden shows it.
Begins with preparation to complete this post, continues with house cleaning, hand laundry, and discarding spoiled food, and ends with a delicious Korean supper from a kind friend.
MONDAY Day number 29 of no cooking gas, discarding a whole lot of spoiled food,
still waiting for Con Edison to reconnect! AND Let me not neglect to mention that major demolition and reconstruction in the apartment below me has been non-stop, assaulting, has shaken my walls and floors daily, and thoroughly shriveled any peace of place. They're turning it into a three bedroom dorm, and that will be another kettle of woe. I pray I'm traveling before the painting and floor shellacing fumes rise. I'm exhausted!
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