The Magic of Morning

Out here on the deck, still feeling the traces of a weary fog, I am enveloped and enlivened by what I can only call pure magic. Perhaps you have felt this too? The titter and chirp of birds and crickets singing a song of hope for the new-made day. Their chatter is a lively conversation of what we might do today, what we could make, how we could repair and revive, what needs to be done, and what loveliness can be spun all around the daily-ness. We long to keep the crickets chirping and the birds singing their hope song.

At some point they will go quiet, giving way to the sounds of cars on a nearby highway, a train in the distance, neighborhood lawn mowers, and the voices of those with whom I live. I will spin today. I already have and I plan to spin more for it is bringing me so much joy lately. As the loose fibers are strengthened by a dance of twirl and twist, so too I am strengthened. Solace, hope, joy, color, excitement, purpose, and a useful work, are all granted as I spin. How this is, I cannot say, for I do not know.

I imagine myself sometimes as others must see me…a middle-aged woman standing with a spindle twirling suspended from her hand. Or an outdated snap-shot of a woman at her spinning wheel, albeit a brightly painted one. It must be odd to see an artist who once twirled paint on paper to be twirling colorful fibers in a similar manner. It doesn’t really make sense.

Perhaps it doesn’t make sense for any of us to do the creative things we do when we look at it from the outside. Yet from the inside we know who we are. We enjoy life a bit more when we are making things. We see things differently. We carry that making-magic into all that a day brings us. We consider how we might spin softness and color into every mundane chore and challenging situation.

This is why we create. Whether it is spinning fibers into yarn or words into story; swirling paint on a page or clay on a wheel; stitching wool into socks or thread into quilts…we are bringing the magic of morning into the rest of our day, spinning hope and a new song as we go.

16 thoughts on “The Magic of Morning

    • Jennifer Edwards says:

      Thank you Cheryl for your lovely words here and I’m so glad to hear from you! I hope all of your family and yourself are weathering this virus storm alright. I do enjoy seeing your sketches on IG, and I hope you are continuing to draw and paint! All the best to you! -Jennifer

  1. Anne C Conover says:

    This is me too-but not spinning! I love what you have written – it says what I often feel! I love sitting on my deck listening to God’s creatures -just as you have said! I really love this! Thanks for putting In words what I often feel and think !

    • Jennifer Edwards says:

      You are so welcome Anne! I’m sure we are kindred spirits in many ways! I love seeing your beautiful portraits on Facebook! Cheers to you and blessings in all your creative endeavors! Love, Jennifer

    • Jennifer Edwards says:

      Thank you Sheryl for your kind comments here! It is so good to have creative comrades for encouragement along the way! I hope you are yours are doing well these days and that you can find time to create. -Jennifer

  2. Frogpondknits (Kathleen) says:

    I needed this so much right now. My spirit is so heavy. Fiber and fiber arts are my solace right now but sometimes I question how I am spending my time. All I know is the joy and peace it brings every day. Thank you.

    • Jennifer Edwards says:

      Hi Kathleen! Keep working with your fibers, be it spinning or knitting or weaving … it is so necessary for our well being especially in these difficult times! May I suggest that you watch and listen to a recent you tube video where a Kristy Glass Knits interviews the maker/author Melanie Falick. You will be so encouraged to continue your work of making things with your hands! Here is the link to it— https://youtu.be/VaFuI1haT6E
      All the best to you!! – Jennifer

  3. Sandy says:

    Lovely! I spin in the morning too, for inner peace and balance.

    One of the most creative people I know, a spinner, knitter, weaver, and now woodworker, made the spindle in your photographs. I am pleased that it found its way into your hands.

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