The top of this quilt ended too abruptly so I laid out some additional edging. I love that vintage pink floral silk! CapeCod Shibori is the source for the indigo sky, a polyester blouse from the 80’s (I’m guessing) for the grey foreground. Other garments appear as well. There’s batting and backing behind the central rectangle so I’m gonna have to figure out how to even up the layers.
The squirrel got back in. Two guys came back and found the entry point and you know what? It surprised me. I don’t know what it says about my state of mind but I fully expected them to be baffled and to shrug and walk away, problem unsolved.
The garden needs dirt. Everywhere. Probably because we got so much rain and so little snow last season.
I started PT for my hip today and have my fourth acupuncture appointment on Friday. Goals? To be able to squat and weed the garden and get in and out of the car without wincing. Ditto: up and off the couch.
Tomorrow, SCOTUS will hear the presidential immunity arguments. You know the case. The one they could have heard back in December when Jack Smith appealed directly. The one they could have scheduled a month or more ago. The frivolous argument by trump doesn’t need to have merit because he’s getting what he needs through delay. There simply is no good faith interpretation of the Court’s actions. There just isn’t. It’s sickening.
Today the Court heard discussions of how many organs a woman might have to lose before an ER doctor can provide her health care under Idaho law.
And I wonder why I’m depressed.
Your gorgeous art work is so comforting, during these gruesome times. Your work , to me, reads “pay attention!”; “follow my colors and shapes”; “I bring you peace, with a complexity of thought and emotion”, even when reflecting on death and destruction. The messages are created with infinite care and fine crafting. A sensual pleasure to take in. there is love in the work: stitching, choosing, piecing, edging – making. As with many artists among yout followers.
Our lives, however we choose to live them, die without caring action and poetic documentation. Nature is needed this spring, often all that’s need – however I feel the trees aching with disease. There are gentle surprises among my curated perennials. They are spreading nicely.
I have reveled in watching my garden “come to” this spring. I’ve been afforded the time.
Our pin oaks are stressed.
Our sleep disrupted. Our bodies creaking. May hope be restored anytime soon?
You are too complimentary, I think, but thank you Maggie. Sometimes the stuff I make asserts itself or comes out of kinetic play, so I don’t know about “infinite care.” Maybe it’s more like your garden: I tend to certain themes and over time they deepen and thrive.
I’m so glad that the garden is rewarding you this year!
Here is a little humor for your day
https://www.thisamericanlife.org/115/first-day/act-two-0
Thank you Beverly! That was laugh out loud funny.
the above comment was from me Beverly
Yeah well, ok – but time and, experience and attention detail bring a honed voice and a rich vocabulary? Visual, written, spoken.
Today we have tree experts working on our grand oak out back. She may not be long for this world… if only the trees could talk to the fossil fuel industries.
Gotta go, cant stand the suspense of all other insanity brewing in the podcasts. Good luck with PT!
Lots of news to digest today. We’re losing our beautiful jack pine on the northern fence line.
Oy. I feel you. “It’s sickening”…it is and there feels like no sure way out.
In other thoughts…I like the space between the cloth houses this time around. Maybe if we had some space…(voice trails off). I love your Moon & Green Orb shot for it’s peacefulness. Today Finney-Boy gave me the thought that maybe I’ll come back as a dog…he looks so unbothered by the state of our world…happy to curl up and nap under the loving care of your two.
The 6th photo is so powerful. Can we blow it up and plaster it in places it NEEDS to be? And the last image…is so haunting to me. It gives off ‘run to nature’ (in a good way) vibes, but also ‘helpless as a lump of wood’ vibes. It is a pondering pic for sure. (((hugs)))
Last but not least…your hip!!! I cringe when I read your hip comments. May the PT work wonders, may the care come consistently, constantly and quickly…may the treatments help. Have they talked of a shot yet? J.’s hips were way to far gone for that to be helpful. May you live ad rise with ease. xo
Shot yes. Possibly as early as next week. Today I spent a small fortune on a very well made pair of walking sneakers. I wouldn’t mind coming back as a dog but I might rather be an apex predator like a raptor or an orca. Ha ha.
Well, my usual animal to come back as is a Hawk (you probably know that), but today Finn looked so super content 🙂 I also consider a tortoise or turtle frequently. haha
Glad the shot is a possibility. Best of luck.
Sorry about your pine. I know how to miss a tree.
Depression on so many levels re the state of affairs in this country,:This morning, a rare discussion with my husband Rich at the breakfast table. In light of the campus protests we talked about our early married days.. We got married on January 10, 1970. He is a veteran, a medic who during the Vietnam war, served stateside, did not get sent to Vietnam and feels a debt that his life was spared from facing what so many faced. I was and still am, although the fire in the belly is a small ember these days, a staunch, protestor against the Vietnam War, all wars, a believer in equal rights for all, bilingual education, who set up a rally as student body vice president at the junior college that I attended. for Cesar Chavez, almost getting arrested for not having a permit for a bull horn! I proudly marched with Cesar to Sacramento to protest the treatment of farm workers. .I tell this this to show what an unlikely pair my husband and I were…
How what is happening now on college campuses across the land so echoes those days. In today’s NY Times, Charles Blow has an op ed piece titled, “The Ghost of the 1968 Antiwar Movement has Returned.” The difference here is that we, overtime, had impact, we effected change, Time is moving too rapidly these days and I do not sense that change will happen to sway minds this time, save for the possible resignation of the President of Columbia University.
The photos of the troopers in riot gear at the University of Texas in Austin sent chills down my spine as did Speaker of the House, Mike Johnson, calling for whatever forces are necessary to stop the protests…it unnerved me as I thought back to May 1970, students at Kent State who protested the war in Vietnam, the draft and the presence of National Guards on campus : the end result, several students were shot and killed.
After that horrible incident, all college campuses shut down for a week, a moratorium was set in place. Rich wanted to take that time and travel down to southern CA to visit family. I was newly pregnant but feeling fine after some bouts of morning sickness, so I agreed to go, thinking that I could engage the family in conversations about what was happening. What a naive young woman I was! No one wanted to listen and in fact I was told that I shouldn’t get so worked up, it was not good for the baby! WHAT!!!!! I stared down my conservative relatives and said that my child would be a fighter for justice and huffed off down the hall. I still hear their laughter but in the end, our twin daughters have turned out to be just that. AND my Navy man, this morning, while still believing in serving his country, now admits to the many ways that we can serve our country, and that the power of protest is as patriotic as serving …54 years later, we are not so unlikely!
Now to lighten up the mood: I have taken to calling the evil one known as Trump, “Bumpass Hell” whenever he appears on the TV. Bumpass Hell is a trail in Shasta County, CA. It is a “hydrothermal area with a trail past mud pots, fumaroles & boiling springs…”. I have been on that trail and the smell of sulfur is awful so what a fitting name!
Important history here. I’ve been thinking about Kent State too. The Texas photos are beyond chilling.
I am dismayed however, not about the passion of young people and their right to protest and their cause, but about the way the crowds and manifestos have been infiltrated. Why should Jews be the ones who have to leave campus to feel safe? And why are the protestors making them feel unsafe?
The Shasta county landscape sounds like hell. Perfect.
Last night on national news on the TV, a young Jewish female student had this to say about the hate filled demonstrations: She passionately said that it was unfair and wrong to single out a people in such frightening and hate filled ways. Disagree with the country (Israel) and not the people. This caused me to look up the definition of Judaism:
“Judaism shares some of the characteristics of a nation, an ethnicity, a religion, and a culture, making the definition of who is a Jew vary slightly depending on whether a religious or national approach to identity is used.”
Such a fine line here but in no way does it excuse the intimidation of Jewish students.
I am baffled by the actions taken by the president at UT … at least things were de-escalated the next day, but the damage has been done …
and the Supreme Court deliberations are downright dystopian … my daughter has moved from Labor and Delivery to working in an OB/Gyn office in Missouri … the doctor she works for has discontinued his OB practice, which is no small wonder