tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15884346575045996552023-12-01T02:34:12.570-05:00Quilting Earth MamaMusings on the ever-evolving process of living, quilting and a little bit of everything else in between....Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger458125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-36626537485933378932014-02-09T16:42:00.001-05:002014-02-09T16:43:18.911-05:00blank canvas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This blank canvas has been taunting me for weeks now - begging me to break out some fabric, some stencils, make some patterns and get stitching - yet an image has been alluding me. Without an image in mind one can only get so far... Sometimes when life is too busy or I am feeling too much stress a blank canvas mocks me. When an image hides in my mind and won't come out it is often a sign that life is out of balance. The blank canvas calls to me to slow down and take time for myself - it asks me what am I hiding from? My mind stays clearer when creativity is at the center of everything I do. Like the time I spend at my sit spot time spent behind my sewing machine is time with myself - a time where I can get into the shadows of life and tend to the dust that is trying to settle there. Shadows can only be ignored for so long... Keeping my mind tidy leads to life flowing more effortlessly and I am all about that.</div>
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Thankfully, this blank canvas will not be mocking me for too much longer. Imagery popped into my mind last night as I was drifting off to sleep. This in between time of awake and asleep is often my richest creativity time. Stories become visible and images become clear. I spent the day getting my stencils ready and now it's time to pick out fabric!</div>
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In a revival of creativity and self reflection I am back to blogging. I was trying out a different interface through my website, but have decided I don't really like it. So, here I am back to this blog in hopes of feeling inspiration to write as much as I can...</div>
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This quilt is all about the process of diving deep into ones self. There is so much I can say on this process both from personal experience and having witnessed people looking at their own personal stories and seeing how attachment to what was can keep us from moving forward in life.</div>
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I am forever grateful to know how to look deep and look hard at the patterns and wounds within the essence of myself that I want to transform into new healthier patterns and releasing those wounds, tending the scars and allowing new stories from within to evolve.</div>
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Through the process of "diving deep" my life gets better. I find more joy. I find more connection to self and to those around me. In my mind, this can only be a good thing!</div>
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Here's to more soul searching and more joy and more happiness!</div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-68751826009066193092012-07-09T10:08:00.001-04:002012-07-09T12:28:26.270-04:00A summer sit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Lost in the haze of thought.<br />
Hot. <br />
Sweaty.<br />
Mosquitos bite me. <br />
Cicadas deafen me.<br />
The yellow jackets buzz at my feet.<br />
I wonder if trusting them to not bite will suffice.<br />
An edge of uncertainty...<br />
I blow a mosquito off my arm.<br />
A pine cone falls to the ground.<br />
Where is the water?<br />
Where is the rain?<br />
Lightening bugs flash yellow.<br />
Dusk approaches.<br />
Sweat upon my brow.<br />
My butt hurts. Shifting seems impossible.<br />
Teetering on the edge of enjoying myself and discomfort.<br />
In winter when I was dressed in my snow suit I wondered what summer would feel like.<br />
I have no tangible memory of the cold.<br />
It was just cold. <br />
There are no words to describe it.<br />
Winter has faded away.<br />
Yet, here I sit again begging the seasons to teach me more.<br />
My mind drifts into the lostness that is thought...<br />
Two Red bellied woodpeckers call out through the quiet.<br />
Through the pines.<br />
On the warm breeze.<br />
They let the other know where they are.<br />
"I" know where they are.<br />
The warbler sings in the tree tops.<br />
My mind returns to the surface of the here and now.<br />
It comes up for air.<br />
The beauty of the sit spot.<br />
I shift.<br />
I adjust.<br />
I sit.<br />
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There's not much more to say about it than that!</div>
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Kalib and I had an amazing time at the <a href="http://birdlanguage.com/" target="_blank">Advanced Bird Language </a>weekend up at <a href="http://www.wootenwoods.com/" target="_blank">Wooten Woods</a>. We met some awesome people, learned more about tracking, and best of all learned more about birds. It has blown my mind to learn all this new information about birds and what they can tell us about our world. Those vocal critters are pouring the information out. We just have to tune in. </div>
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With all this mentor training and bird language training much of my time is taken up studying and looking things up and... listening... </div>
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I did manage to finish the tree!</div>
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However, when I stood back from it I just did not like that apple in the middle of the tree. </div>
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Initially, I wanted it to stand out because it would sit at the heart of the tree, but each time I looked at it I felt like it drew the eye from the overall image a little TOO much. And, I just don't really like that piece of fabric. I keep trying to use it and keep putting it back on the shelf. One day it will make its way into one of my "tapestries."<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-82392433844163460902012-02-23T09:19:00.001-05:002012-02-23T09:19:25.368-05:00Sit Spot Day 84<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It wasn't my intention to write today. Naturally, I have about a billion things left to do before Kalib and I leave for Nashville, so inspiration hits and I have to put it off a little longer... go figure...</div>
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Today was my 84th day of getting up in the morning and going to sit in the woods and watch the birds and animals. Jason says at this point, I'm a goof ball for keeping up with my days, but somehow keeping up with it seems to keep me motivated. </div>
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As one might suspect, there are days that are amazing and there are days that are not so amazing. Oddly enough rainy days are often my favorite and especially the day after a good rain shower. Today, was one of those amazingly beautiful days in the woods.</div>
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">"Mornings like this morning make going out worth everything it is. There was no more than there always is. Some days I become more than I normally am and it seeps in deeper. I breathe."</span></em></div>
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I looked to the sun as it shown on my face and then down to the ground and at my feet was a tiny snail. </div>
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My first day at Grey Fox the kids found a snail and we named it "Snooky." We made up a song about it, we checked into facts about it and shared them with one another the next week. It was a happy day. I was reminded of that day and the mystery of the snail and how little I knew about it. How little I know about life.</div>
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I had the above thought return to my mind and I felt appreciation and gratitude and my heart felt full.</div>
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Anyhow, she recently came into an Olympus SLR camera that is on indefinitie loan and we are super eager to see what she's able to do with it as she learns to use it. She's got a Nikon film camera our dear friend <a href="http://www.elisebruccoliere.com/" target="_blank">Elise</a> gave her that has tons of lenses and we have ordered a part for the Olympus that will make the Nikon lenses fit it! There's going to be great things coming from her eye. I can't wait to see what she creates!</div>
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If you notice in the picture below the template is lifted back. I have pinned it to the quilt and I am lifting it when I iron a leaf or apple down, but using it to help me get the leaves in the right place. The template is on stencil paper I picked up from the local art supply store. It comes on a roll and is quite larger than stencil paper that comes in drawing or sketching books. Because it is bigger I find myself taping sections together less often. (For me, this is a big time saver and makes working with the pattern much easier.) I will try to take a picture of this next time I have to tape sections together. </div>
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Now, I save all my scraps and put them in color coordinated baggies. These are even beginning to emerge into shades as I collect scraps. When I'm needing smaller pieces I just pull out the baggy with the color I need and viola... this time, I had enough green to do the leaves in a slightly darker shade than the grass! If the scrap is under 10" X 10" (or there about) then it goes into the baggy and I save scraps down to 1" X 1". I use a lot of small pieces of fabric in my work, so it's fun to sift through these little bags and pull from it. All the leaves have come from this small stash with the exception of two of the prints. There are 9 different fabrics all total. </div>
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This past weekend was <a href="http://www.wildintelligence.org/" target="_blank">the weekend of the coyote</a> that I am doing where I am learning to be a mentor and community builder under the model of the 8 shields - a concept from the <a href="http://8shields.com/" target="_blank">8 shields institute</a>. <a href="http://www.evanmcgown.com/" target="_blank">Evan</a> brought in an Odawa Elder, <a href="http://twotrackingadventures.com/home" target="_blank">Paul Raphael</a>, to come and speak to us about how community works on his reservation. My heart is still overflowing from the wisdom he shared with us about rebuilding the community to bring about peace. With this wisdom comes a lot of forgiveness and a letting go within ourselves of how attached we are to how people should act or how people shound have acted in the past. In his community, they focus less on the me and more on the we. I find myself returning over and over to that statement trying to see it becoming a reality in my own life. Are my actions and thoughts good for the whole and not just myself? This feels so contrary to our culture.</div>
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In his culture there is the Tree of Peace. Oh... how I love the sound of that.. In his culture that tree is the cedar tree - not the red cedars that we have in Georgia, but the "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thuja_occidentalis" target="_blank">real cedar tree</a>" as he says. (The <a href="http://www.gpnc.org/eastern.htm" target="_blank">red cedars</a> we have in Georgia are actually in the juniper family.) </div>
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I'm seeking forgiveness both for myself and my own actions as well as offering forgiveness to all those who in my mind have wronged me over my lifetime. I am re-writing my life story to see peace in all my nooks and crannys. I am letting my heart song shine so I can continue to be a strong voice in my community and truly serve my community in the best capacity I can. I am seeking peace in my heart, peace in my life, peace in my community.</div>
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Thank you so much Paul for all that you shared with us this weekend (in spite of the wind and the smoke and the cold) and thank you Evan for bringing all this goodness to my home town and guiding us towards the true gift of peace.</div>
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If you follow me on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/sarah-hubbard-quilts/221782151244" target="_blank">Facebook</a>, then you have already seen these, but I've added grass and I've added some flowers and then there will be a tree and yes, another woman (i do love women archetypes) added on before I add more grass and more flowers.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Thank you all for bearing with me. What a crazy 6 months this has been in my life. We started our homeschooling year out with a big bang. India began a school that she goes to one day a week and the rest of the week she works at home. Turns out there was a tremendous amount of homework we were signing on for - more than we ever thought. Kalib is continuing to do the <a href="http://www.wildintelligence.org/" target="_blank">Grey Fox Wild Intelligence program</a> and between working, homeschooling, kid activities, something somewhere had to be let go of. Unfortunately, quilting and blogging seems to have fallen into that space. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Thankfully, with a lot of support from a wonderful husband and willing children, I am back on track and back to quilting and hopefully, working my way back towards blogging. I'm not making any promises that I will get here every day. I've been totally hit or miss since September, but what I AM promising is that I'm working on getting back here more and more often.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Many of you know I study homeopathy pretty consistently, so I explored going to school to do that "officially," but when I saw what it would take - like 8-10 years of schooling - I thought... well, I won't tell you what I thought because it would be inappropriate... so I kept having to dive in deeper to figure it out - and I still haven't, but what I do have is a clearer vision of where I want to be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">A few months ago, I had the great opportunity to see a movie called "<a href="http://www.mothernaturesmovie.com/the-film/" target="_blank">Mother Nature's Child</a>" and while watching it I found myself coming full circle to many of my own childhood dreams of becoming a teacher. The movie was the beginning of a workshop being held at Orange Twin, in the woods with writer and mentor <a href="http://jonyoung.org/" target="_blank">Jon Young</a>. He spoke about community building, nature connection, grief healing, transformation and the mentoring work he does. The lights began to come on inside of me and connections began to get made within my heart about my life. The sparks really began to fly! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I had the opportunity offered to me to join in the <a href="http://www.wildintelligence.org/">Year of the Coyote Program </a>through the <a href="http://www.wildintelligence.org/">Institute for Wild Intelligence</a> (this is the adult version of what Kalib does weekly.) <a href="http://www.evanmcgown.com/" target="_blank">Evan McGown</a> is the director of this program and he was mentored by Jon Young and co-wrote <a href="http://owlinkmedia.com/store/books/coyote2/" target="_blank">the Coyote's Guide</a> with Jon Young. He took the lessons he learned at <a href="http://8shields.com/" target="_blank">the 8 Shields Institute</a> and has brought them to the South. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">In the coyote program, we go to the woods one weekend a month and immerse ourselves in community building, nature connection, and earth skills. It IS the most transformative thing I have ever done in my life and I feel lucky to be sharing the experience with many dear friends and most of all Jason. It is a mentor training program and through some seriously good fortune, I'm getting to put that training into practice with the Grey Fox program that Kalib attends each week. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">On Tuesday mornings I also get to go and spend my day tromping around in the woods learning with the children and learning from the other mentors how to be a better mentor. It is a dream come true. All day in the woods, playing, exploring, and learning... I'm not sure who learns more - me or the kids. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">And now... I'm looking forward again and seeing many options for my future and I'm excited to see where they take me...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">So, what does all this have to do with quilting? I've been busy working on myself. Seeing myself as that swan I made so many months ago. I gave a lot of thought to transformation and the story of the ugly duckling. I wanted a new beginning - a new path. I wanted to transform myself and do something different with my life and it has taken a lot of energy - more than I ever imagined it would - and it will continue to take a lot of energy, but I'm re-inspired and I'm ready to get back to quilting and creating works from the earth that inspires me so deeply and where I'm going.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Now, my vision is turning towards forgiveness and further opening of my heart... something I will get into another day...</span></div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-12563049706807543442012-01-20T11:06:00.000-05:002012-01-20T11:06:00.295-05:00Day 50<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Back sometime in December - well 50 days ago - I set the goal of going to a sit spot in the woods for 30 days in a row for at least 10 minutes a day. Most days I am able to sit for an hour. Today, I'm on day 50 and continuing to look forward to the continual joy I get from sitting in the woods watching the birds and animals as they do what they do best - strive to survive. <br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-48108217161283060502011-11-19T14:07:00.000-05:002011-11-19T14:07:33.818-05:00Thanksgiving<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The chill in the air has my skin vibrating after my time out in the woods today. I am always amazed at the mushrooms and how they grow and the sound of the last leaves as they break loose from their trees. A few weeks ago even as all the leaves fell the woods sounded less noisy than they do today. The leaves are working hard to make it to the ground. I am so grateful to have woods behind my home to inspire me to come in and quilt on a cold and breezy Saturday.<br />
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I haven't been around much because I have been busy working on some big life things that haven't quite come to fruition yet, but will in some capacity. I haven't had much time for quilting, but I've still been walking in the woods everyday - well as often as possible - almost everyday. I'm still paying attention and learning - a lot about myself and a lot about the environment around me. I'm eager to get back to writing about it and how what questions and answers I get about it.<br />
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I have started a new quilt and I'm feeling excited about it... I am working towards getting back to blogging as the days grow even shorter and as the temperatures beckon me to get back into the warmth. I was feeling a bit guilty for not writing more as I sat down to type out a hello and an I'm still here, but as I write I realize I have spent a tremendous amount of time outside and with my kids rather than worrying about writing and I don't regret that at all. I think there is a way to find an avenue for both...<br />
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So, hit or miss, I'm still here and my creative voice is calling to me, so I'm off to touch fabric and listen to a good audio book and end my day in the cold around a fire with my 3 favorite people eating s'mores - though they don't know that yet.<br />
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See you next time!<br />
Sarah</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-66010791617450101032011-09-12T10:10:00.002-04:002011-09-12T10:10:14.661-04:00Come play with fabric WITH me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am going to host a very small quilting class in my home on Oct 8 from 1 - until we are done or you need to go (Ideally we will end before 8ish) and you should bring snacks to share so we have plenty of delicious food to eat through out the day. I will provide drinks like juice, water, and tea.<br />
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Beginners are more than welcome and if you are beginner, I would like to stagger when you arrive so I can give you more attention as you get started. If 1 does not work for you, come when you can - I am very flexible.<br />
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You <strong>MUST</strong> e-mail me (the address is at the bottom of this note) to get on the list as I want to be able to find out what your goals are, what you want to make, what your experience is, and I would LOVE to get a copy of the pattern(if you are going to use a pattern) before Oct 8 so I am prepared for your project. I can host 5 people possibly 6 depending on the projects. <strong> </strong><br />
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<strong>You do not have to be a beginner to come.</strong> If you want to explore the techniques I use, you are welcome to come, just let me know in the e-mail what your needs are.<br />
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I will have a few of my own projects around and we can talk about my process, what products I use, which are my favorites and what REALLY excites me and gets me going. I can share with you how I stay connected to my creativity and how my projects formulate in my mind and what I do when I am in a "creative drought." There will be lots of talking and sharing as that is what I enjoy most about creating WITH other people. I feed off your energy and hearing about your process and then I feed you by doing the same. SO... let's get creative together!<br />
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The suggested price is $25, but I prefer to let you decide what you think this time is worth to you. I will have a small basket for your donations.<br />
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I am very excited to be in a place where I can offer this energy up! IF I end up with more people wanting to come than I can host, please don't worry. You will be first on the next list as I am hoping to continue to be able to offer up my space and my time.<br />
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My e-mail is quiltingearth@gmail.com<br />
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Sarah</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-35338518008444358112011-08-15T08:13:00.000-04:002011-08-15T08:13:56.449-04:00Where I am...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I am sure many of you have realized I missed my Friday post. I have sat down over and over and over again to start working on it, but right now, I have no spare time for blogging, so I am going to give myself permission to do it when I can and let it work it's way back into a regular thing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have started our homeschooling year and India took the leap to Master's Academic Partners and though everyone told us it would be a lot of work, I didn't realize how MUCH work. It's an insane workload (far too much work I think) and until she grows accustomed to it I have to give her a lot of attention to help her move through the tremendous amount of work she now has. At least until we fall into a rhythm with it, other things have to take a back seat unfortunately for now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">All this to say, life is busy and I'm still paying attention, but I have to find windows to write about it and they are few and far between, so until things slow down, I may not be here 5 days a week for a little while. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will, however, continue to post India's pictures, so you can still expect our Tuesday posts to continue unless she runs out of them because she has no time to take them. Hopefully, she will find a rhythm and the work will flow more a little less effortlessly. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until next time... send me love and see me moving at a moons pace... slow and steady...</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-86720730122825235932011-08-11T08:19:00.000-04:002011-08-11T08:19:05.988-04:00The show!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Unfortunately, I didn't manage to get any pictures of the opening reception myself as I was busy chatting it up with the good folks that were able to make it out, but my good friend Richard did and he gave me permission to use them on the blog! Thanks Richard!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jason did shoot a video of both performances, so if the other girls of Shakti are agreeable, then I will share it and Killick is patiently awaiting me getting the video of him uploaded to share.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">There was a great turn out - better than I could have hoped for and SO many nice words about my quilts. I even met a male quilter who makes his own wool fabric with lint. Sounds so cool. I hope he hunts me down and we can connect again since I didn't get his name!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> The show is up through August. You can drop by when the space is open or make an appointment to get in to see it OR you can go all out and take a class. There is a lot of wonderful movement happening on that floor with some great teachers!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am FINALLY ready to start starching my next background. I've been stuck on colors, but I think I'm just going to jump in with both feet this weekend so stayed tuned! And hopefully, next week I will have a slide show of my latest quilt from beginning to end for you! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until tomorrow!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-70324746661409577422011-08-10T11:20:00.000-04:002011-08-10T11:20:41.952-04:00Hanging the show<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">As promised, here are some photos from the day we put the show up at FloorSpace. India took most of the photos (except the one she is in) while Jason and I got the show up. Jason did most of the really hard work of climbing the ladder and hooking the wire while I adjusted and straightened. I am always shocked when we hang up art work by how long it takes to get it all right and even on the walls. It took about 3 hours and one trip to the store for more wire.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwK2-rUN5UknC2iNah9JHaE0-0ugE4s0zYF0xrfShRAopUI-LX2U02QXKl2fUpYm3c5S-3g6MRY7yfqe26w5yu7IA9Y7Fwf6wJZBP6l3wBMg2nKvOkCW45YAo7aa6vx8YX98pvw4heE08/s1600/IMG_9678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwK2-rUN5UknC2iNah9JHaE0-0ugE4s0zYF0xrfShRAopUI-LX2U02QXKl2fUpYm3c5S-3g6MRY7yfqe26w5yu7IA9Y7Fwf6wJZBP6l3wBMg2nKvOkCW45YAo7aa6vx8YX98pvw4heE08/s320/IMG_9678.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> India did the same.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjye3OifgDlzOA6-o3Qg1z5Pu3ltWRUtu034YtqiYYzkFhnvCzCpQ9LOuAkhEw32qYh2DBx51biaMkBUoGgOAjN1ThYuppdnXUKogIRWoLxZMXLeYNXgQS1oa00DFuDj7K1UY5PyvGx7gg/s1600/IMG_9680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjye3OifgDlzOA6-o3Qg1z5Pu3ltWRUtu034YtqiYYzkFhnvCzCpQ9LOuAkhEw32qYh2DBx51biaMkBUoGgOAjN1ThYuppdnXUKogIRWoLxZMXLeYNXgQS1oa00DFuDj7K1UY5PyvGx7gg/s320/IMG_9680.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We were eager to see how India's pictures would look on the wall and get an idea of the spacing so we hung one of India's photos up. Looks pretty good doesn't it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l3IuZ3GHimdyxRl0glG5zaeuT5_o5wlz2xzZKc87KHKQ788hqa1i5HVxlvvvWxNkoP655nNG-tQeEFxn0YC70l-vJsa8piTWzND452HkitatxuVqaGcU37Xq-7ek_7WddrAGcKlFT8U/s1600/IMG_9771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8l3IuZ3GHimdyxRl0glG5zaeuT5_o5wlz2xzZKc87KHKQ788hqa1i5HVxlvvvWxNkoP655nNG-tQeEFxn0YC70l-vJsa8piTWzND452HkitatxuVqaGcU37Xq-7ek_7WddrAGcKlFT8U/s320/IMG_9771.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Can't just hang out on that fantastic dance floor without a little dancing while mom and dad work!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitywrJoU9nWPsOd3RYs-kNKG-FAZpA0NbcWzWj70Tsy314Q1YH9orxMBpX8jxB3M3_cC5wob0t76CY7vvA3VW9gFqTMyBgs4n1bmDitQxr_5mjl0ovaXQOfTPeTfjSHY_ZfG7YlN9nrZ4/s1600/IMG_9772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitywrJoU9nWPsOd3RYs-kNKG-FAZpA0NbcWzWj70Tsy314Q1YH9orxMBpX8jxB3M3_cC5wob0t76CY7vvA3VW9gFqTMyBgs4n1bmDitQxr_5mjl0ovaXQOfTPeTfjSHY_ZfG7YlN9nrZ4/s320/IMG_9772.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">See you tomorrow!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-5785561134977702792011-08-09T09:44:00.000-04:002011-08-09T09:44:38.929-04:00India's Tuesday Photo 8/9/11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">Today is a big day in our house! India has officially started "school." She's going to <a href="http://mastersathens.com/masters-academic-partners">Master's Academic Partners</a> one day a week - an accredited tutoring school for homeschool students! We are excited and nervous at the same time! She's in the seventh grade and made the choice herself to transition to a more formal approach to her education than we have taken in the past! GO INDIA! I love that she cares so much about her education that she spoke up and let us know what her needs are AND that we were able to decide what the best plan of action for us was! I will let you know as the weeks go by what it is like and how she likes it. It meets one day a week and then the rest of the week she works on her assignments.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the mean time, it is Tuesday and it's India's turn to share a photo on the blog. Her photos look great at <a href="http://www.floorspaceathens.com/wp/">floorspace</a>, so if you get a chance go by and check them out and let her know you did!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">To see more of India's photography you can visit her <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Indias-Photography/173084946083401">facebook</a> fan page!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-59486703090042652502011-08-08T12:00:00.000-04:002011-08-08T12:00:25.815-04:00There is always room for Rumi on Monday.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">It's been a wild weekend. The show opening was wonderful with a great turn out. If you made it out, thank you so much for coming! I hope you enjoyed the work, the space, the music, the dance, and the community. I certainly did!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've got pictures to show you of us hanging the show, and pictures of the reception, and I have plans to make another video of Transformation from beginning to end, but today, I'm going to keep things simple because I have had a very long weekend and am feeling the need to rest up a little rather than jumping back into blogging today. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrhF7ziCKMCJPa4u_H6sBUYhe2OX1IDgx7SmGuHdxtAY1GWnnxRsiYpeZGPj4eDELQv-r7Ifs44BxmiTAlfB9yrjSTFhVBGJtYURyFw82CeTyC8q8glW0XOpeFiCldqhVo2Pf-EwgzLg/s1600/IMG_7888-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrhF7ziCKMCJPa4u_H6sBUYhe2OX1IDgx7SmGuHdxtAY1GWnnxRsiYpeZGPj4eDELQv-r7Ifs44BxmiTAlfB9yrjSTFhVBGJtYURyFw82CeTyC8q8glW0XOpeFiCldqhVo2Pf-EwgzLg/s400/IMG_7888-1.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, today, I'm going to share a <a href="http://www.rumi.org.uk/life.html">Rumi </a>poem as translated by <a href="http://www.colemanbarks.com/">Coleman Barks</a> from <a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=rumi+the+big+red+book&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=shop&cid=16421317424623215641&sa=X&ei=SPs_Tpq5LYm3twfuntDEBw&ved=0CCYQ8wIwAQ">Rumi, the Big Red Book</a>. I was lying in bed last night after a very exhausting and mentally challenging day reading the beautiful and soulful words of Rumi and was quite taken with this one...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>KEEP MOVING</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Do you hear what the stringed instrument says about longing?</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>The same as the stick, I was once a green branch in the wind.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>We are all far from home.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Language is our caravan bell.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Do not stop anywhere.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>The moment you are attracted to a place, you grow bored with it.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Think of the big moves you have already made, </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>from a single cell to a human being.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Stay light-footed, and keep moving.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Turkish, Arabic, Greek, </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>any tongue is a wind that was formerly water.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>As a breeze carries the ocean inside it,</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>so underneath every sentence is, </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Come back to the source.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>A moth does not avoid flame.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>A king lives in the city.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Why should I keep the company with owls out here in the empty buildings?</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>If you donkey acts crazy and will not work, apply the bullwhip to his head.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>He will understand.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Do not try to love him back to his senses.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Whack him.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-21066602237428533782011-08-05T08:05:00.001-04:002011-08-05T08:29:38.852-04:00Observation Medication 8/5/11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">Today, I want to talk about noise and humans.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tuesday morning, I headed outside for my normal morning routine to feed the cats (we have 4) and the chickens. When I walked out the door, I heard the sound of a chain saw very near by. My mind started spiraling into fear that the land near ours was being logged again or the neighbors had finally decided and got permits to build something on the land that butts up to ours. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibhHmUUvOG-_AKXlaq0j4W5rEdt9yjPaqh_veDfo2KCnQm-hlg9thdqHh21GMtE9E5EsUPmGPSgUDHs4vuWIu2vewmOLP23CT-1uZB0kanrLhyutn_6NEuUpKOKDnra7p2GfIu5WJ11s/s1600/IMG_6996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibhHmUUvOG-_AKXlaq0j4W5rEdt9yjPaqh_veDfo2KCnQm-hlg9thdqHh21GMtE9E5EsUPmGPSgUDHs4vuWIu2vewmOLP23CT-1uZB0kanrLhyutn_6NEuUpKOKDnra7p2GfIu5WJ11s/s400/IMG_6996.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>At one time, there was some talk of a warehouse to store chemicals. It should come as no shock to you that we don't want that near our home. Thus far, there has been no sign of it, but whenever I hear noise like a chain saw coming from somewhere close to us, my head immediately goes there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When the kids were just babies we laid in bed and watched the land next to ours being logged. It was, by far, one the most violent things I have ever seen. They had no compassion for the land that was being torn and up rooted. I hope to never have to be witness to that again. It sounds so dramatic, but I am certain logging can be done without destroying everything in the path of the tractors. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">That land is still recovering. It is thick with briars and poison ivy and slowly but surely the trees are beginning to reach for the sky. It takes land a very long time to recover from being logged. I walk by it every day when I am walking Pepper and I am watching it make the effort to be a healthy wood once again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I couldn't see the folks with the chainsaws, so I came inside and kept my fingers crossed it was the power company working on the swath of land they own just up the road from us.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I continued on with my day trying to not concern myself with all the noise, but then the sound of tractors began to grow closer and Pepper was getting antsy to investigate. I decided to take her for a walk and in my own yard - well not quite my yard, but behind my grandmothers house, were tractors and chain saws. I had no idea what was going on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I gave my grandmother a call as she is the neighborhood investigator (she always seems to have the low down on what's going on around us) and she told me the power company was cutting all the limbs and trees away from the power lines.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whew! Relief. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, what does all this have to do with my observations?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, Pepper and I proceeded into the woods for our daily walk and they were <b>silent</b>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There were no bird calls, no squirrels running to and fro. Even the trees seemed to be standing perfectly still. Everything was quiet except the awful noise of the chainsaw and tractors. I guess the life in the woods was afraid that the humans were coming to take their homes again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We live on a highway, so there is always noise pollution when I am in the woods, but the life back there doesn't seem too troubled by it. There are always pretty songs being sung and much life running to and fro in the tree tops. We frequently see deer and I know there is a rather large raccoon nest just off my path. There is the occasional big truck that makes a lot of noise that quiets all the life or a plane goes over and the birds stop singing until they are sure it has passed. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I often think about all the noise that humans make with all of our technology and machines and wonder what the "natural" world thinks of it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tuesday, there was so much noise from the tractors and chain saws it was hard to simply enjoy being in the woods. Pepper ran off into the brambles and I worried whether she would be able to hear me call her over the racket? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am grateful for the technology we have as humans and for all the machinery we have. I know we all benefit from it - we have roads that take us to and from, we have computers that I can type out my words on, refrigerators that keep our food cool, so many luxuries we take for granted. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I simply wish we were more conscientious about how we use it.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish our development and ways of building and producing were more in line with how nature does it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know the adage, do no harm...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think we can have the best of both worlds with a little effort on our part and a lot more respect for the earth that provides us with so much goodness. We should make more of an effort to remember that this place we abuse is what we call home and without it we wouldn't continue to exist.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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If we spent a little more effort to protect it and work with it, then we might all be a little happier and less stressed. The simple act of paying attention to what you are doing and doing it well can bring immense joy and couple that with a little mindfulness in our work and we have a recipe for helping to heal our planet and finding our way back to our connection to the source from which we come. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I seem to be on a roll lately with the soapboxes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The way I see it, I am a passionate person trying to be the change I want to see in the world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My challenge for you is to sit quietly - you can even do it inside - turn off your tv, radio, computer, mp3 players and simply be quiet for one hour and listen to the sounds that you hear. I'm not saying meditate unless you want to, just be quiet. Read a book, draw a picture, something that doesn't require technology (unless of course reading means using your Nook just turn off the pandora station.)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I bet you will hear a few different bird calls, maybe some bees buzzing, cicada's singing. Who knows! Try it and see. The only thing you lose is... well, from my perspective you only stand to gain from it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">See you on Monday! (Unless of course you are heading out to FloorSpace to the opening reception tonight and if you are then I will look forward to seeing you there!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-88477065381727173812011-08-04T08:28:00.000-04:002011-08-04T08:28:47.854-04:00Athens Banner Herald article<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">As most of you know, India and I have a show opening tomorrow at <a href="http://www.floorspaceathens.com/wp/">FloorSpace</a>. (It is hung and I have photos of that process I will show you after the opening.) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was fortunate enough for Julie Phillips to come to our home to interview me before hand. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://onlineathens.com/stories/080411/mar_866347704.shtml">Here is a link to the article...</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I pulled out all the quilts I would be hanging for her to see. Some have hung in shows before, but YabYum nor Transformation have. I am excited to show these two quilts for the first time in public. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My dance troupe, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shakti-Project/120696177983227">Shakti Project</a>, will be performing a sweet little piece, then Killick! will be working his magic on his many instruments. He's a one man band with tunes that will leave you speechless. I can't wait to see what he has in store for us. I feel certain it will be out of this world. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The event is free and opens at 7:00 with the performances beginning at 7:30. There will be some light snacks and wine after the performances.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We would love to see you there!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until tomorrow!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-71871079163062289452011-08-04T08:13:00.000-04:002011-08-04T08:13:53.136-04:00Beads, Roving, feathers, oh my!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> When I got the poppies finished, I already knew I was going to sew down some wool roving over the yellow to give a look of pollen when you are standing back from them. I also knew I was going to sew beads for the seed heads. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The embellishment stage is often my favorite time with a quilt. I get to hold it and cradle it and spend some time touching it in a different way than I do when it is going back and forth from the design wall to the sewing machine. I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to explain it, but I really don't know how. It's all a tactile thing. Maybe the quilters who read will understand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I sewed the roving down on the sewing machine, then I got out all my black bugle beads. I ordered <a href="http://store.ornamentea.com/merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=bedizen&Product_Code=3TB84">these</a> specifically for this project. (<a href="http://www.ornamentea.com/">Ornamentea</a> also has great prices on wool roving.) I put everything out in front of me and one at a time I sewed down the beads over the centers of the poppies.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also ordered <a href="http://store.ornamentea.com/merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=bedizen&Product_Code=3TB21">these</a> crystal looking beads thinking I would do something completely different than I ended up with for the ballerina. I never loved her head piece, but in studying ballerina's it was appropriate - more appropriate than her having long flowing hair and the idea giving her a bun was just yuck so, I figured I would dress it up when I got to the stage of handwork and embellishing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="goog_1657408738"></span><span id="goog_1657408739"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">A while ago, right after the beach, someone gifted me some swan feathers from a lake where they were found - it was on the property of a camp where the swan had lived a good life and died leaving behind some feathers. I felt honored to have them since I have been working with the swan. When they were given to me I thought for sure I would find a way to incorporate them into the quilt, but they are HUGE and didn't fit. Even though they were too big they still inspired me to use some feathers anyhow. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ended up just using some feathers I had from a project the kids and I have did a year or more ago. A good quilter holds onto everything that might be useful in a craft, right? Certainly paid off this time!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm all done with the top. It feels a bit bittersweet. I better get busy on those new ideas I've got floating around in my head!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Until tomorrow!<br />
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I'm off to quilt!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-20344896125918704162011-08-02T08:24:00.000-04:002011-08-02T08:24:49.435-04:00India's Tuesday Photo 8/2/11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">Today's Tuesday and it's India's turn on the blog to share a photo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For those of you who may not know, India is my 12 year old daughter who more often than not can be found with her camera in her hand taking photographs. We are so proud of the work she does that we share it here on the blog! When India is not taking photos you can find her reading, watching zombie movies, chatting with her friends, and listening to music. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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To see more of India's fabulous photos visit her <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Indias-Photography/173084946083401">Facebook Fan Page</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">AND don't forget you can check them out in person at <a href="http://www.floorspaceathens.com/wp/">FloorSpace </a>the entire month of August or at the opening reception this Friday night from 7-10pm. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shakti-Project/120696177983227">Shakti Project</a> will be giving a sweet little performance to kick off the night, then cosmically inspired music by <a href="http://www.killick.me/">Killick! </a>7-10pm. We hope to see you there!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-771426271348970802011-08-01T17:28:00.000-04:002011-08-01T17:28:33.824-04:00Oh Sweet Trillium... I how I love thee.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">After getting the lady's slipper finished (or what I thought as finished) I decided to make some trilliums for the bottom of the piece. There was a lot of negative space at the bottom. To me, it just felt like it needed more.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While making the trilliums I realized the lady's slipper was still not quite right, so I made the leaves a more muted green to make them blend in a little better. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> Before:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Onto the the trilliums...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I was in college studying horticulture was the first time I had the pleasure of seeing a trillium. They are small and inconspicuous and as with all flowers that I truly love - one has to be paying close attention to see them. For some reason, the simple almost hidden flowers are my favorite, but I've told you all this before.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The trillium in the woods, much like the maypops and blood root or wood sorrel remind me of a world of life we can't imagine going on in the woods, or the floor of the earth. I think of fairies and magic, pixie dust and glitter. I have stories upon stories built around the life of these sweet little plants. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trillium were the first "woods" flowers I came to know and they will always have a special place in my heart for opening my eyes to the world of flowers that bloom only a few inches above the soil. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some trilliums can be rather large, but you have to get to slightly cooler climates than ours to enjoy them. When we were at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=1588434657504599655&searchType=ALL&page=1">Joyce Kilmer</a> I saw some of the biggest trilliums I have ever seen. They were fantastic like all the life around them they grew big. Maybe that's the land of the gentle giants... much like the sequoahs - that's the story I made up for myself anyhow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I recently read in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Maiden-King-Reunion-Masculine-Feminine/dp/0805057781">The Maiden King</a> something along the lines of the reason we connect to fairy tales is because the story is full of all this fantasy that excites us and we can't imagine it, but the feelings behind the action speak to our very core. Fairy tales are ageless and we hear them over and over and we experience the same feelings each time we hear them as though we have never heard them before. We relearn the lessons until they stick with us, then we need a new story with new lessons to hold onto.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I believe this and think it is why I am as drawn to archetypes, folk lores, and mythology as much as I am. There is much to be learned from those who have come before us and how they related to their world through story - something we have gotten away from.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The trilliums have added the last element of the fantasy of the moment these two beings are sharing. It has become unimaginable to me, yet the lesson of the beauty of transformation is one I will continue to learn.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are now between the worlds of the red poppies and the simple trilliums sharing a moment in time. Looking at them I find myself asking what brought them to this moment? Why are they bowing to one another or are they bowing to the lady slipper? I start making up a story of characters and magic and laughter. The story deepens in my imagination and I find joy in telling this story whatever it is. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Until tomorrow!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm off to quilt!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588434657504599655.post-77772452873659223182011-07-29T22:28:00.000-04:002011-07-29T22:28:12.348-04:00Observation Medication 7/29/11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">First off, I want to thank India for helping me out with these photos. I had a long day of work today and she edited them for me and got them ready for this post. It was a big help, so thank you.<br />
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This week, I noticed the light is beginning to change and the days are beginning to shorten, but it is still HOT. It won't be too much longer now. The nights are beginning to have a tinge of hope to them as fall approaches.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND I'm still thinking about the <a href="http://thehubb4.blogspot.com/2011/07/observation-medication-7811.html">rain</a> a lot. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was sitting on the front porch last night listening to the song the cicadas sing and Fred, the rooster, wishing the big rain cloud over my head would just burst. I was praying for gravity to work its magic and let some drops of precious water fall to the earth, but alas... no rain. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Summers are always dry in Georgia. Winters are always wet. We complain in the summer when there isn't rain and in winter we wish it would stop. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I once heard a wise person say we should try not to complain about the weather because it's never perfect and we always want something different than what we are having. We should be grateful we are having weather.<br />
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Such simple truth. Wish I remembered who said it to me.<br />
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I guess I should work on my attitude towards the heat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Humans talk about the weather all the time. <br />
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Isn't it a funny phenomenon? <br />
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When we can't think of anything else to talk about there is always the weather. It's the most unpredictable thing most of us have in our lives that we can wrap our heads around - and here I am... talking about the weather, when what I really want to tell you about are:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cedar Trees</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to learn to recognize the different trees in our woods so I can learn their cycles too.<br />
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There are obviously easy trees like the cedars which is my starting point, but as I was reading up on them last night for this post I discovered the trees we call Eastern Red Cedars are not cedars at all - they are actually junipers. Did you know that?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The bark is reddish brown and peels or shreds off the tree. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are considered pioneer trees, meaning after a fire or when land is recovering from a disturbance - be it natural or man made these trees are some of the first to grow. Pioneer trees are not as shade tolerant as other species so they grow first and provide an environment in the landscape for the second succession of trees. The second succession of trees are more shade tolerant and slower to grow than pioneer trees. Pine trees are another example of pioneer trees.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There are a few critters that eat young cedar trees like the white tailed deer and rabbits, but it is better known for the food its berries and cones provide to birds and other small critters - especially in winter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cedar is a wood often used for its durability. It is used for fence posts, furniture, and its insect repelling abilities. (I keep a little cedar in my yarn stash and clothing drawers and especially around my fabric stash. It helps keeps my clothes smelling good and the moths from eating the fabric and fibers.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Through out history people have understood the many uses of cedar and have chosen not to burn it as fire wood because it would be a waste of good lumber. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the far east, cedar is referred to as "deodar" which is derived from the sanskrit word "devdar" which means lumber of the gods.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is also associated with being the home of many gods. It was used in ceremonies for purification, cleansing, healing, and protection. Burning it or the oil is supposed to help with interpreting your own inner voice and to promote peaceful thoughts.<br />
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There are hundreds of stories through out history that mention cedars and their connection to humans and life. In almost every religion they are mentioned at some point. I read so much information about them in stories it is all running together in my head. <br />
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So, here are two stories I liked if you want to read them:<br />
<a href="http://www.powersource.com/cocinc/articles/cedar.htm">The Legend of the Cedar Tree</a><br />
<a href="http://www.impurplehawk.com/folklore2.html">Origin of Fire</a> (has music so turn volume down, but great story)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Personally, I love how it smells and use it often in my oil diffuser as well as my bath water and will appreciate it a little more each time I walk past it in the woods and remember to be grateful for all it provides us with.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Take care and I will see you on Monday!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">references:<a href="http://www.fcps.edu/islandcreekes/ecology/eastern_redcedar.htm"> Easter Red Cedar</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.ehow.com/facts_5587602_spiritual-meaning-cedar-tree.html">Meaning of Cedar</a></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0