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“Whenever you feel overwhelmed… “


“Practice gratitude whenever you feel overwhelmed…. ” Caroline Myss

Well, now, then. Last week, then. The weekend before last… and the one before that. The summer is tumbling by in a blur of obligations, interventions, and work. Indoors time — I’m not used to so much of it. Structured time — I’m not used to so much of that either.  Many changes here.

So, here’s a quick list of things I’m grateful for —

  • time to have worked on this piece for just a little while today. and a sense that perhaps it is inching toward resolution.
  • a cleaned up house on account of company
  • digital images, digital cameras, near-instant gratification of images
  • a new journal arriving in the mail for the Sketchbook project
  • dinner out, featuring tofu, eggplants and Chinese greens I don’t know the name of
  • boys home
  • a home
  • Dexter
  • chocolate

  • Catalpa leaves approaching dinner-plate size
  • the lake vacation to look forward to
  • things growing in my absence

  • making a quilt for a wounded child, knowing I am on the other side of most of that

Longer Nights

How nice to go to sleep by 10:00 and wake at 5:30 a.m., refreshed.
How nice to whip up a batch of potato leek soup that is comforting, delicious and contains not an ounce of cream.
How nice to have a pile of new socks to choose from in the morning.
How nice to be invited elsewhere for Thanksgiving.
How wonderful to have enough inventory for December sales to not be scrambling.
Look at the 11 bins of leaves on the curb that I did nothing to produce!
Listen to the sounds of a quiet morning — the hum of this machine, the deeper hum of the dishwasher, and nothing else.  Ahhhhhhhhh.

Gratitude List

new-hair-cut

I am grateful for lemons, ‘The New Yorker’, a new chenille sweater that cost $4.00.

I am sooo grateful that the jackhammering over on Jackson Street has stopped (after three weeks of unbearable noise).

I’m grateful for the sedum blooming all over the city.

I’m grateful that Jack isn’t limping anymore. I’m grateful he didn’t take my hand off this morning when I tried to investigate (after carrying him partway home).

I am grateful for the coming of fall (always!) and the smell of beef stew wafting from the kitchen.

I am grateful for cell phones, gardening gloves, beads and buttons, and SILK.

I’m grateful for gardening work — even though it is difficult, dusty, and not that remunerative.

I am grateful for creative people EVERYWHERE, putting their work out for people to view on line — in particular, lately, Jude Hill‘s amazing and soulful quilts.

I am grateful for my farm share and its delivery by a friend.

I am grateful that I have the capacity for outrage (‘death panels’, the broohaha over Obama’s speech to students) and that hair grows back after a so-so haircut.

I am grateful for dreams, organized socks, a cleaned up study, and KenKen (the puzzle, not my husband).

But I AM  grateful for my husband (Ken).  And my boys.  And for teenagers, in general.

I’m grateful my boys don’t drive yet.

I’m grateful that a new school year has begun and things feel fresh, new, hopeful.

I’m grateful for comments and positive feedback, here and on flickr.

Gratitude List #4

5" x 7", mixed media collage

5" x 7", mixed media collage

I am grateful for:
sedum buds braving the cold, wire rakes, raking, SPRING
friends that tolerate my blurts, foodie friends, friends that have an opinion,
spray paint
boxes from Costco, warmer temperatures, sun at 6:00 p.m. driving down Huntington,
teenage boys, spray paint, male energy,
the smell of dirt, the loss of time and eyeglasses as I garden,
friends with more money than me, friends with less, opinions about it all
The Hungry Mother in Cambridge,
money to buy a dinner out, getting lost, being okay with getting lost,
committees of women doing stuff for their kids, women who don’t, email, facebook, and flickr,
crocus braving the cold, snowdrops, the changes that happen in just one day,
SPRING,
birthdays coming, boxes to spray paint, the move back
to the basement, the stuff in the basement, the stuff in the garage, the
stuff in the trunk, the stuff in the attic, the study, the living room,
the moving of stuff, renewal, warmer temperatures allowing it all,
SPRING, cookies, socks,
fresh greens with a sherry vinaigrette,
the thought of travel,
the thought of Bernie Madoff going to prison today,
the judicial system, TV, grilled squid, boiled peanuts,
being the Slow Mother, the Hungry Mother, the Angry Mother,
gardens.

February brings more light

a birthday cupcake for friend in Maine

pin cushion

February also brings lots of birthdays — mine, B’s, Elizabeth’s, Lisa’s.  I made this sweet pin cushion for my bow-tie-making friend Lisa Eaton.  She will appreciate how well it takes a pin.  (This project comes from a great book by Betz White).  The light coming from the skylight above makes the cupcake look like it’s glowing!!

This morning found me making lunch for B, whose birthday is today.  We had peppers stuffed with curried, mashed potatoes (from an old Bon Appetit)… oh, were they delicious!  I have decided that the best cure for living with picky eaters (boys, not Ken), is to cook for friends who will “ooh” and “aah” and inquire about ingredients!

If only fixing the finances had as easy a repair!  Today my head spins with ideas of selling the house, renting out the house, moving to North Dakota (not really, more like Natick or Waltham)…

This is one reason I go to the inspiring blog, High Desert Home .  To read Susan L’s reflections on how to stay centered, sane, and grateful while leading a simple life is a  much-needed tonic to my misery-grubbing.  Having said that, it is also worth considering how removing myself from a pocket of affluence (Newton, Massachusetts) might make feeling gratitude for my simple life a little easier.  I probably would feel like an alien just about anywhere (this, I know).  Nevertheless, would I feel less like a Have Not if I lived amongst others who mow their own lawns, do their own taxes, clean their own homes, rake their own yards…. among families who drive a single car for batches of years, who don’t go on vacations for batches of months (and in our case, years) and who worry about how they are going to pay for college?   Such a shared perspective might not ease the financial worries, but it would certainly render me more visible, which I suspect would feel better.

Here is this week’s Journal Quilt, up close.  It was one of the three sketch quilts from an earlier post.

gourd-and-rodents

I suppose this small piece can’t qualify as a  ‘spring’ quilt on account of the full grown gourds, but it was made with the season of spring in mind.  The checkered polyester that I used for the bottom has always reminded me of tilled fields.

gourd-l-corner

The background is an opened light bulb box — a reference to the lengthening days.  When I assembled the Chinese flashcard with the ink-jet printed transparencies, I though the black shapes were seeds (again: ‘spring’).  Turns out, though, they are rats or mice!  I like the way artistic choices can surprise you.  Who am I to deem rats or mice ‘undesirable’ or ‘unspringlike’?  I ended up feeling that the presence of rats with fall gourds in a quilt about spring summed things up better than my intentional mind could have managed (maybe I’ll know how, tomorrow).  I cut up a piece of fabric that I had printed a collage on and placed a few pieces on the quilt.  The one shown below includes a sliver of an old astrological map of the sky.

gourd-and-rodents-up-rt

Lastly, I was thrilled to discover that stitching a bent piece of pipe cleaner to the back of a quilt made with a stiff upholstery fabric makes it wall-ready!

pipe-cleaner-hook

Here’s the whole quilt (roughly 8′ x 12″):

Journal Quilt Feb 22, 2009

Journal Quilt Feb 22, 2009