Please take note that this blog may be password protected now and then. This summer I will be reformatting a bit (again!) in order to make this site ready for a new phase in my online adventure. Thanks in advance for your patience.
I simply added a thread bead. Some extra light. Yesterday. The hot steamy day that ended with the biggest rain I ever remember. The sky was surely falling I thought. But the roof didn't leak.
And today is this kind of day. A cool start. Bright sun. And going resumes.
This small cloth has just been tucked in one of the pockets of HOME. As I close the box I think pockets are like little homes. I have been stuffing things in the pockets. Stray feathers and stones. Stray stuff from the studio. Just putting things in safe places. Just that. Not remembering details. Just knowing they will be fine. Resting. And happy to be found. One of these days.
Phase 1 of the Magic Feather Project is complete. For those of you who have been following and for those of you who came late, I am compiling the story in a separate place so it can make more sense. I plan to publish that link in a few weeks.
For those subscribed to Small Journeys, I will take this week off, ease into summer, do some blog and personal maintenance and be back July 1, continuing through the summer, on a summer schedule. What if Wednesday. Until the series ends.
Come summer's end I may be traveling. We'll see.
The shop remains closed while I consider another format for sharing, teaching and offering my work.
I am not a reader. I cannot say why. But today I read for my Father. Who loved to read. Even though for the most part he read a lot of the same things over and over. Because he was a man of habit. He had a lot of good habits actually. He lived small and close to his needs.
Today I read for my Mother who used to read before she got married but who let her husband read to her after that. I remember him reading out loud. And that she loved that.
I remembered this one.
"Shams and delusions are esteemed for soundest truths, while reality is fabulous... If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets." (Henry David Thoreau).
It rained all night. It is hot and humid, uncomfortably steamy today and I am going out to suck it up.
On Friday. Before the weekend rush. Squeezing in some quiet time.
The sea is about a mile down the road. And a shorter distance if we use the right of way which cuts through the properties of others, including ours. The neighbor below has blocked that path. Such a great guy. Won't miss him a bit. #%!*head.
It used to be different here. Too much money and arrogance rolled in and spoiled the community feeling.
The beach though, is still unharmed, mostly because it isn't a white sand beach with entertainment and food stands and such. It's rocky and raw. And narrow. There is a lot of boat traffic on the weekends but the beach itself remains as it has been for as long as I can remember. With the occasional pile of empty beer cans carelessly left from some secret late night teen gathering.