It’s been quiet and still on the ranch these mornings. Lu plays at being a bunny in the tall grasses. I’ve been stitching burlap into a bag for my essentials. keyscamera phonewallet and a basket to hold my stones. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.
simply beautiful. all of it. like a breath released, like comfort. your sewn items are art and utility and meditation at the same time. looking at these pictures, i feel such peace.
beauty beautybeautybeauty – your handwork, the words, the pictures, the poetry, and the basket to hold my stones, is a concept that just washed right over and through me, got inside.
thank you for this.
sending my love to you.
Hi! You don't know this but I think of you every day every day every day. I love that you have a basket to hold your stones. I have a bunch of beach glass on my desk at work also small pieces of driftwood and marbles rolling around. A basket is a grand idea what with my marbles being loose and all.
Angella…always when you come here and leave your insights and your heart….
it lifts me up and fills me.
this concept has gotten inside me too. so strange.
Your Highness de Radish…
Again, this reminds me of the tiny crocheted bags I made that were only big enough to hold my sorrows. Oh wait. There is no such thing.
I think it was the ashes of my sorrows. I should have thought big enough to hold my stones. I am learning from you.
Your pictures tug my heart into lace.
It's Sunday here (Saturday there). I'm lighting candles for you and yours. May your sorrows be daily lightened. Claire.
Oh! Thank you Claire Beynon, for the candles and the wishes and the visit most of all.