There is something delicious about standing at the edge of a new year! It feels like starting a brand new sketchbook (oh the possibilities!), or casting on a new fair isle project (the colors, designs and so many knits & purls to look forward to!), or setting out fabric scraps with an eye to what … Continue reading To Sit With What Is :: A New Year’s Surrender
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Advent
I have received word that my dear friend, Marion Gagan Kovach, has gone home to be with her Savior. The following Reflection was written just this morning, knowing that He might be coming for her very soon. While I am bereft, already feeling lost without my friend's presence here, I wholeheartedly affirm the words of … Continue reading Advent
A Jolly July!
July is here!! And I'm super excited about this month for lots of reasons. There will be celebrations - the Fourth, our daughter's half-birthday, and my own birthday at the end of the month. There will be travels - we are driving to Arkansas to pick up our son who is performing with Opera in … Continue reading A Jolly July!
Befriending Curiosity
Do you ever look around your studio and scratching your head, wonder...What am I doing here? Not because you have a temporary lapse of memory as to your location (which happens to me on occasion ;/), but because the things you are making are new and different in some way. I find myself scratching my … Continue reading Befriending Curiosity
An Everyday Outlet
For Day 6 of #drawtheordinary through Lent, I'm to draw a "wall plug". I should've thought about that wording a bit more because what I meant was "an outlet". No matter, plug or outlet, they are both ordinary things. (At least they are to those of us fortunate enough to live in parts of the … Continue reading An Everyday Outlet
Wind Walking
It's been a while since I've posted any of my poetry. Oh I do have these little rhyming ditties trot through my head now and again. Most of the time I just roll my eyes and go on about my day. But this one "blew through" my head as I woke this morning complete with … Continue reading Wind Walking
Drawn To Iron
I do not like to iron. At all. I seem to be in a place where my heart needs re-orienting. Something is in need of being smoothed out. Yet I tell myself I like the chaotic wrinkles, the jumble of piles of laundry. I'm well aware that I'm speaking in veiled terms here. You'll just … Continue reading Drawn To Iron
The Traffic Can Wait
I sit in a car. A lot. It is not my favorite thing to do. At all. On good days I can lay hold of the fact that all this driving around is actually due to great blessing in my life - *an active, healthy, involved-in-everything teenager. *lots of classes in neighboring towns guiding women … Continue reading The Traffic Can Wait
The Verge of Chaos
I sat there in front of a photograph on the wall. Straddling a cushioned cube at a local hangout spot, I was drawn to draw him. Ruffly shirt, dark eye peering out of stark value shifts. My own eyes tracing the shapes, the connections between shapes, the value shifts, squinting in order to see better. … Continue reading The Verge of Chaos
Curbed Beauty
For weeks on end I marvel and enjoy in my living room a gazillion branches shooting out in a most pleasing shape, draped with twinkly lights and sparkly ornaments. I never once consider the base, the foundation, the structure from which all these balsam branches emanate. Well, maybe once, as my son lifted the tree … Continue reading Curbed Beauty