Owl’s Roost

Another one of my girls is set free. When I started these little stitched pieces my daughter was somewhere around 9 or 10 ish? I would stitch a little portrait and ask her to write a small story to go with it and then I’d stitch the story to the portrait. I sewed a few of these onto pillow covers. Sadly, these are gone. Somewhere. I have one left. It will eventually find it’s way out into the world along with the others.This one never got her story told.

Until now.

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She wore the dress every day for months. She rinsed it in the bathroom sink every three or four days, depending. She would fill the bathroom sink and use some of her lavender soap to wash the armpits then hang it in the shower to dry. Some mornings the dress was still damp but she would put it on and let the heat from her skin do the rest. It would be dry as a corn husk by the time she got to the Owl’s Roost.

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A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

An enchanting walk along the hills this morning. It started out chilly and gray and then the sun showed up and made everything smile. I walked up and down and all around and found fields of these everywhere…

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listened to this insightful talk this morning, thanks LaVonne.

and found a perfect tree for her…

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She’s not terribly pretty but she has beautiful lips and she’s dancing in the breeze under the dappled shade of a pine tree.

Namaste.

and yet another…

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 I pulled into this parking spot, went in and bought some chocolate chip cookies and when I got back to the car and looked out the window, I saw this perfect tree. It’s a busy place, I’m sure it was noticed quickly.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats

Namaste

Geocaching my stash…

This getting rid of all your worldly possessions thing has been really easy AND really really hard. Goodwill has gotten loads and loads of my stuff but there are some things I think are not Goodwill “material”. Stuff I’ve made over the years mostly that I no longer have room for. So, I’ve decided to start planting these things along the “verge” and other places. I’m starting today. I’ll wrap it and “plant” it somewhere with my blessings and good wishes and hopes that whoever discovers it will find some use for it.

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