where earth invites growth.
Where shadow spreads
the coiled soul.
under a musing sky.
Under shed skin
of nimble cloud.
Yesterday I took a wonderful class walking a Chartres Labyrinth. It gave revelation besides the release of ill thoughts. Walking on clouds, back to my car, I reached down to pick up a set of leaves.
Which led to a new quilt being built. Last evening, I created a leaf template and cut out nine sets of Buckeye palmate, compound leaves.
Today I am in the process of appliqué, onto nine squares of gray.
What inspires you? What do you do with your musings?
Happy creating… Jeanne 🌊🐚🕊
When all you have is time
what keeps you from giving time
all you have?
I am a “modern quilter”. I learned how to hand-stitch traditional blocks but have ventured into my own fabric expression, the wildflower i am.
My next project is a depiction of my daughter via Picasso inspiration and the mention of her considering adding blue highlights to her long, dark hair.
A piece of her 3rd grade art, the background of the quilt, chose the fabric colors for the piece. (Yeah, my fabric yardage whittles away, slowly.)
To get back to my question, I will tell you what is keeping me from giving quilting time, myself. I have so many projects brewing. I’m dabbling in producing a mixed-media soul journal, I have tons of pinterest pins standing by to help with that, not to mention my “Promise Garden” where the weeds have taken advantage of the rain. Then there is the problem of loved ones who have rumbly tummies. (Thanks Pooh!)
So my fabric sits idly by.
I love the colors. Ooooh orange! Yes, I am a fabric-scrap junkie. Gazing at the materials gives me goosebumps.
Happy quilting, writing, mixed-media journaling, gardening, cooking…. I’m tired. Sorta! 🙂
the warmth of momma’s quilt.
underneath the downy softness
curled between our toes.
Home where are you
in a wounded person’s eyes
solitude, just you and I.
the cooling autumn sky
shadows appear longer
the oranges brighter
still, the rustling leaves
settle to make a bed.
Home where are you
in a wounded person’s eyes
inviting us come rest awhile.
We may not understand someone’s journey, poetry or faith, but bloggers can appreciate those who stop by and spend time looking at our posts. A sign of camaraderie. We learn from each other, fall in love with works of art but also find objection and feel deep opinions. Gratitude reminds us we are alive. Life’s music, our heart beating as a drum; clearing thoughts, expanding horizons, seeing hidden perspectives we might not otherwise contemplate. This is life-long learning at its best. Wisdom derived from walking in someone’s shoes.
follow: to move forward along a road, path, river or sea
Life is a dance. Whether you glide over discouragement or stub your toes and scrape your knees, we celebrate how far we have come and know we will make it to the finish line. Still. Moving. Forward. What better gift is that? Encouragement to be yourself and love.
You may see beauty in photography, paintings, poetry, quilting, dance or other writings. You are far above the crowd who struggle in boots that do not fit. They have not found out where they belong. We all have purpose and perhaps our art is to serve others. Vincent van Gogh had a beautiful understanding of life. Yet he did not belong. A tragic Shakespearean play. The end of Van Gogh’s story was not to be but to be in future minds and hearts. A visionary? He knew color would be accepted and plowed forth in confidence. We understood a little too late but understand just the same. We pray for those struggling.
my favorite painting on exhibit.
i even bought the poster.
it spoke to me
in silence i heard
Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.
Love is the greatest gift we give. His art was not appreciated until he was gone. I challenge each of us to love today. Do not let another chance disappear to smile and say hello.
I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
I recently attended the Art Institute of Chicago’s exhibit “Van Gogh’s bedrooms”. His paintings up close do his work justice. Brushstrokes exemplifying life. Vivid colors to cheer a depressed world. A tragedy that his love went unnoticed. He continues to influence art lover’s with passion.
We feel him.
We know him.
We are him.
piecing together scraps
the sewing machine silent
the wall between.
looking at the desk disturbs
the vision of curling up
as a hedgehog protecting itself.
the crying is all inside.
the solar flowers, hit by the sun,
clap their hands.
there is peace for them.
then i think “go for a walk.”
or “go in your garden.”
What is wrong? It hurts to wonder why.
But all these things must happen before He returns. Puzzling words and understood by those who see the invisible and the heart speak.
So many of us felt the drive to run to the hurting at Sandy Hook. We are either paralyzed with fear or set in motion by hope. My hope comes in the form of faith that God is in our midst during such despair.
Inspiration to take scrap cloth, signifying the broken human condition, seeking to mend hearts, quickly came together as puzzle pieces studied and understood.
It is finished! The quilt was donated to Wheeler Mission Women and Children’s Center in memory of Sandy Hook victims.
John 14:1 “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me.”
Matthew 11:28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”