spark

for the new year... a spur of the moment decision.
i've decided to move to another blog. a second chapter.



been thinking about it for several days actually. last night i somewhat made a decision.



i figure i will just keep on moving forward and see what comes along the path. i'll move back if?...



i hope it's not too much trouble for my friends to find me if they wish. please come over if you get a chance :)

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:happy new year everyone! good wishes to all. expansion and peace!:

turning of time

as i look back on this year, i realize this is just a continuation.



a hold over of baggage from a 7 year trip.



this was a year of unfolding. of reaching out. of facing fears. of hurts and of learning.



it was also a year of renewal. of remembering. that love still abides.



i buried my ownself. and it is for me to do the emerging.



so with this turning of the time, i move forward. hitching a ride with the sun awakening.

shooting / falling

star



realized i'd not done a woven 9 patch with varying fabrics



took out the little bit in the center square



when i realized she was a star



[stitched when i was sick]

holders

keeping things in bags.





used to keep the floss in an old index file box. before that, a big orange bowl my brother used to eat cereal from when we were young.



couldn't tote them with me from vegas, so now they're in a bag.



(small muslin bag is for my pin cushion)

[made these several weeks ago]

a marker

this post is one. time has gotten away from me. the flu seems to have taken up residence here...



been stitching in less aching moments. another star.

trafalgar

popped up as his name.



immediately thought of my ex husband's uncle tragabalas. he was shot like 30-something times and lived. 'bullet eater'.



trafalgar
arabic
one meaning 'the cave'
poetic meaning 'edge of the deep' (taraf-al-ghawr)
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used the grab bag method for this one...

this moon

has been a particularly strong one. ranting and raving. mental confusion, frustration and anger. whining, self-pity.



it was rough, but it's good she facilitated the opening of this door. i am a little embarrassed for the 'steam' leaked out (thank you for listening grace), but...



and i am back to mae. she's just mae now...



and this fire eater. i imagine he got tired of running from this fire ball. now he has turned, facing it, jaws wide open ready to eat it and see what becomes of him...
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hope everyone who celebrated yesterday had the special day they'd hoped for...

maggie mae

...the flower queen. weeper for days past, uncertain for the days to come.



she appeared right after wolf woman. maybe the flip side of the coin...

wild hair... unable to be controlled



flailing roots, planted in the ether...



and if maggie mae was a reflection of me at the time of stitching, i'm not sure it still applies. i think i've shifted a little over to the side somewhere...

grace sent me a book to read (thank you! thank you! thank you!). women who run with wolves. i can't put into words how much it is meaning to me. i think, it and grace have something alot to do with the shifting...

[used jude's crayon drawing method on the roots. amazing... with the heat, the crayons just melted into the cloth. what a feeling... so smoooth... i have so many ideas for this.]

receptacles

vigilant

she sees in the night



she watches during the day



the nieces said she is a wolf woman. i had a body for her... a rose print dress, an apron with little pockets. but i got the feeling she didn't want it. so i'll let her just stay in her head for now.

facing a beast

yesterday i went back to look at the beast class. so happy i did. a door opened up.



the nieces gasped when they saw her. they kept coming over asking questions about her.



i copied jude's faces. i think i will look up some 'how-to's' on drawing basic facial expression. fun!

in-betweens

stitched in the midst of.



over the span of.



towards the Star.

trees and water

it's hard to believe this is down the way from me.



and that i can walk here. trees and the water have infused me with something new in the months since i've been here. i know this has to be true.

it's real that this place is beautiful to me. and it's real that i miss the desert. the trees and i have had wonder-full meetings. yet these woods around here are spooky. something i'm not used to.

it's also spooky to be alone. no 6ft. 2 son to walk me places. no son or daughter close by to look me in my eyes or to encourage me and rag me for my quirks. now there are new eyes to look into and my own ayes.

sister and i have had a ROCKY past, but we have always had this tie that we can't be apart. where ever one went, the other would follow. we could not resist the pull. we are EXTREME opposites. i am the odd man out of our family... i should say i am the EXTREME opposite of the bunch of us. but now it seems we (sister and i) have come to understand each other and where we can't, it's okay.

she has been encouraging me. encouraging me as she says "to fly". my feet stay as close to the ground as possible when dealing with this world. my soul is the one that stays flying above the clouds. i think she has been influencing me to let my feet join my soul. and suddenly i realized i was up on my tippy toes ready to jump... and i came to consciousness and was scared. what happened? how did i get up here? hahahahha

so that's part of the long version of this story... the other parts are uncomfortable circumstances that i'm realizing are just circumstances, but that they are real. and sister has been running interference for me recently, trying to allow me to make the decision for myself.

so it seems i am making these decisions. and the fight may be in my mind, playing out in what's around me.

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thank you for all for the words on the last post. you just don't know how much they have all helped. :)

dreams

been feeling kinda strange



feeling as if i am changing. don't know if it's for the good or bad. i see myself compromising and i'm not sure if that's what i want to do.



i can feel it affecting my voice.



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[just discovered i can follow people :) i couldn't before... maybe the fix to me commenting on embeds is coming soon... hopefully?]

pressure

atmospheric. moon tides. migraines. [and a moon face :) ] is it a change from the desert to the humid coast pressing in?



been spending lots of time in the wonderful cool dark closet. finished this bag several days ago, but my aversion to light has not allowed me to post it.

lit the way

following that star.



the day before my trip here, this star floated into my head. all the way here, i thought of how to make it.



shining on...

point of view

after deciding to add a moon to this foundation, i thought of jude's post and developing a thought.



and taking steps away from it. it didn't have any meaning to add a moon. i just wanted to. after i got into the stitching i realized that it could mean a certain thing. a lot of certain things.



thinking of st. therese of lisieux the night before and niece brought me a gift of this beautiful sweet smelling creamy colored rose yesterday afternoon.

re peat

looks like it, only a different part.



continuing the process (from yesterday). blues brown sky earth ground. rearranging the thinking. transforming to see the reality of a situation.



this moth (herpetogramma?) has fluttered in around and out of the window screen since mid-morning.

pink soothed

i pinned this together last night. wasn't sure if it was going to stick.



after a heated argument earlier this morning, i strongly needed to put some stitches in this. she talked me down.

barely there

the light is different here. softer. i can't seem to get a feel of it for the camera.



even though i only started this yesterday, this seems to be speaking slowly and softly. i keep adding more stitches and they are absorbed into the pale.