I am realizing anew that there's a time for every season under heaven. (photography courtesy of Hazel Kuehn Photography) There's a time for celebrating. And a time for grieving the passing of an era. There's a time for illness. And a time for healing. There's a time for making marks. And a time for white … Continue reading Time
Category: Philosophizing
If Knitted Socks Could Speak
I'm thinking about socks these days. How much I like to knit them. How much I like to wear them. How they go so many places as they're being knitted. How they go even more places once they're knitted and on my feet. They seem to be the perfect humble work...both the knitting and the wearing … Continue reading If Knitted Socks Could Speak
Dandelion Tune
I get a tune stuck in my head from time to time. Actually, it happens fairly often. It's not a lovely tune. It isn't melodious at all. It's yucky, gripey, resentful, and angry sounding. I don't like this tune. But every time I'm trying to accomplish something creatively and regular living ramps up a notch, … Continue reading Dandelion Tune
Wood Pile
I sat on the back deck to draw the gray-brown wood piled and ready for the chiminea. What drove me out here was a crazy busy day that had crowded out all illusions of peace as well as any significant time to create. I just needed to draw. Just sit for a few minutes and … Continue reading Wood Pile
Living Now
The difficulty of living now on this side of sickness and surgery, has been well...living. I know that sounds crazy and messed up. But there it is. In sickness or trial of any kind, there's an intensity to life. A laser sharp focus. No matter how yucky the circumstance may be, there's nevertheless a funneling … Continue reading Living Now
Forever Reminders
I have a reminder forever attached to my body. A sticky-note, if you will, to remind me of something or things very important. Things I don't ever want to forget. I see it multiple times a day. I re-dress it every four days. I clothe myself in particular ways so as to live most comfortably … Continue reading Forever Reminders
Seeing
I woke this morning thinking of Christmas. Not so much an anticipation of the busyness of activities...but rather more a need for Christmas, for the festiveness of it, the music of it, the twinkle and sparkle of it. Birds are everywhere on the feeder. They fly to and fro, jockey for position, nudge another off, tilt their heads back … Continue reading Seeing
Cast On
Here's where it all starts. Make a slip knot and begin. Cast on a desired number of stitches and then work the rest of the piece from there. There's no way around it really. You have to cast on. Even if it's only two stitches. Or two hundred. This is how we begin. Yet it … Continue reading Cast On
A New River
The second day of "Mom's Birthday Nature Tour" had us floating on tubes down the New River in West Jefferson, NC. As we plunked into the lime green mammoths, I continued sending up little pleas for sunshine, like mini flares that sputtered and nearly died out as it began to sprinkle. I settled into the … Continue reading A New River
Under the Lily Pads
Yesterday I sat by a pond on the property of Smith Hollow Farm to draw. My pen followed the contours of the half-cloven pads with their stout yet delicate lilies popping up here and there. Some were mere bulbs yet to bloom, others had unfurled and outstretched their usual cup-like shape. Rich color everywhere. This … Continue reading Under the Lily Pads