Friday, February 27, 2015

Feather & Bone, Three White Ravens & More

 Feather and Bone
A small medicine pouch /talisman I am working on. I am going to add some embroidery and a strap.

3 White Ravens
My first attempt at making an art quilt and doing free motion embroidery 
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The Greatest of These
My first attempt at thread sketching on a beautify piece of heavy hemp cloth

With a little color added. I think I liked it better without the color. Live and learn!

Friday, February 20, 2015

Woman and Crow

Water, bone, bed, bedrock—  
whatever is underneath, below what’s below. 
Sudden touchable quiet, shadow
of a shadow. Weather. Sadness turning
ordinary. Nameless illness coming on.
A knock at the door so gentle
it could be anything. Distance.
The just thing not said, or said too late
or said exactly and without mercy.
Wind rising. Whatever might rise.
~Dan Colburn

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Do you have hope for the future?

Do you have hope for the future?
someone asked Robert Frost, toward the end.
Yes, and even for the past, he replied,
that it will turn out to have been all right
for what it was, something we can accept,

mistakes made by the selves we had to be,
not able to be, perhaps, what we wished,
or what looking back half the time it seems
we could so easily have been, or ought...
The future, yes, and even for the past,
that it will become something we can bear.
And I too, and my children, so I hope,
will recall as not too heavy the tug
of those albatrosses I sadly placed
upon their tender necks. Hope for the past,
yes, old Frost, your words provide that courage,
and it brings strange peace that itself passes
into past, easier to bear because
you said it, rather casually, as snow
went on falling in Vermont years ago.

~David Ray

Monday, February 16, 2015

Golden Angel

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.   ~Hafiz

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Forest Snow

                                                                 Snow was falling,
                                                                 so much like stars

                                                                 filling the dark trees
                                                                 that one could easily imagine
                                                                 its reason for being was nothing more
                                                                 than prettiness.” 
                                                                                        ― Mary Oliver

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Night Visitor

Like a great starving beast
My body is quivering
On the scent



Wednesday, February 11, 2015

When She Sleeps, She Dreams.....

And when she sleeps 
She still dreams
of dancing in the rain
Like she did when she was a girl....