Jude's post at Feel Free.   a photograph of a basket she'd forgotten on the fence,  nested in the Summer's growth.   I was filled with such a longing to draw it.   was transported back to me and my loved friend Dora spending days drawing dried,  paper thin iris…the joy of that and i wanted to draw…

so it was Thanksgiving today.  At Alyssia's.   There were 10 of us.  All ages.  All,  all,  each one of us,  totally different one to another  and  what i think of as i am back on the Hill in the dark…. how we are each of us,  different,  but how amazingly compatible we are.  Something truly…

i really like pie.   it's been probably maybe 7 years since i've made one.   Part of the reason is that the Mom's No Fail Piecrust makes crust for TWO pies.   Usually,  under ordinary circumstances you only want one.   Two pies are a lot…for ordinary circumstances.   But,  also,   it takes all afternoon.   And as i look…

it will be the center Spiral in Alyssia's Quilt.   She loves night.   the  1,  which is larger than 2 1/2 inches,  but i didn't want to cut it.  It's all there is of it.   so 2 had to become smaller but it works….Night.  and she loves purple.   And then….surrounding her Night with Gentle Day that…

a pine cone bud that Emrie brought to me.  interrupted probably by Wind?   finding what might be 10  and  11    .    took a long time  and finally,  10    a piece of the SUN,  which there is not much of.  The SUN cloth that is the SUN of LIFE of deep summer…

something going on here.  i hesitated.   will Wait.  over night,  waking in the Morning….want to see it just this way before continuing with  10  and  11.    Something going on.      And i read Judy Martin's post   Judy's Journal   the work of  Anong Beam and toward the end…pigment.   Deb G's work   Bee Creative   with …

an odd day.   like it had no name.  almost didn't exist.  like it floated,  hovered,  but didn't attach….???? first thing,  waking,   i looked over at all those Spirals in front of me and they were hovering…for a few moments i was at a loss as to how this could possibly by…they were attached to nothing…not…

was hesitant.   it's not,  uhhhh,  lovely in any way,   11,   i've not used any of it ever before,  but have carried it with me for 30 some years….a piece of fabric gotten in Oregon.  1989?    From when i lived there a while,  made the Art Dolls and selling  at the Eugene  Artist Market.   Made…

fast.   things move.   Saturday morning and i thought how my mind felt like Central Europe.   All these different countries with different customs,  different "interests",  different Languages.   delineated by borders that really,  don't exist.   here,  waking to the country of Making,   and then moving through,  to the country  of  the book,   Ways of Being,   and today, …

Toyon.   Color is not true.   the berries are a vibrant orange/red.   i learned this eve they are edible.   I think of Marti.   Would they mark cloth?     the Plumcot.   Every year she has developed a curled leaf thing.    It should be fairly easy to find out what that means and how to avoid…