Finally sent you off an email long overdue to Joy. The manuscript consultant.
I typed out a long list of what I did… Shortened Gold Cross chapter and renamed it Waving from the Rails; changed city name Ife to region name Yoruba so it doesn’t get confused with religion Ifa; shortened “Map in the Dust;” deleted “Dog Bite” and “Letter to Fanny Fayerweather,” eliminated women discussing molasses tariff at Advent party and renamed chapter “The Source of Her Distress.” And so on.
The noise here was off the charts this morning so once again I took refuge in the basement.
But honestly, I didn’t really shed the morning’s irritation until Finn and I cut down Madoc Street and entered the woods.
I thought about the wisdom of the Japanese for having a word that means forest refreshment.
I hadn’t been on the paths since all these weeks of torrential rain. There was a new and dark pool in a place never filled with water before. And the broad pounded dirt paths were snaked with mounds of detritus, making them nearly unrecognizable. At one point I wasn’t sure I was going the right way.
Which reminds me of how yesterday, coming out of the guest suite at my mother in law’s place I went the wrong way even though I’d been in and out of the door at least four times already. My husband gently cleared his throat by way of correction.
And while we’re talking about Schenectady, can I just say that Schenectady is one reason to love autocorrect (maybe the only reason?). As long as you type four or five of the letters of the city (in any order), you’ll get the selection. Or, two letters as it turns out.
I sigh at the forest bathing. The heat/air here has kept us in for way too long. This pieced cloth of yours is so lively and interesting! I could just sit and look at the fabrics forever and still feel as if I’ve missed something. I love how you do this…put together so many prints and have it sing!
The piecing is including two paint swipe prints that you gave me. They’re perfect to convey the sense of heat. This is another global warming quilt.
I’m so sorry you’re stuck inside!
I love your cloth stash … and better yet, how you put all those bits together to such good effect
I’m so tempted to sign up for an online class I’ve been eyeing calling “finding your colour voice” … oh heck, I just did it … why not?!