|Because these are my images and words I am able to offer this free journal page for your|
use and enjoyment. (Just right click and download ~ it's a jpg file, by golly.)
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
|A colorful zentangle in the journal.|
|Heather and bricks in Micron pen and Prismacolors.|
|Another journal page ~ tempera, collage|
Micron pen and Prismacolors.
|Working the back of the sweater. Perhaps it will be|
finished in time for next winter.
|Millie and the spinning chair holding the green Corriedale.|
|Saori that has been sitting on the loom for far too long.|
|After 15 minutes of weaving.|
(You can see where I started beneath.)
|After another 15 minutes.|
|And yet another 15. I love the bumpy mess at this|
section ~ how it pops through the warp.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
|The Squirrel with the Copper-colored Tail.|
Ted Andrews' books about the spiritual and magical in animals seen are always readily accessible in my library. Naturally, it was the first tome grabbed for some explanation why this squirrel has come to my attention. Activity and preparedness. Well, fine, but there is more. According to Animal-Speak, I could ask myself these questions:
|Finding every little edible seed he can get his maw on.|
Not active enough?
Am I planning for the future, distant and near?
Do I need to learn how to save and ration on any level ~ money, time, energy, etc?
Am I afraid I will never have enough?
Am I getting too hung up on collecting and accumulating?
Am I gathering and not giving?
There is also the reminder to make time for socializing and playing. If I'm honest, a few questions above seem like mighty good ones to ask myself.
One of my other places to find spiritual/magical qualities in animals is at Animal Spirit. Here's their take on Squirrel. (Scroll down a bit.) I like resourcefulness on that list.
Whatever the reason, I'm honored to have noticed Coppertail Squirrel in the vast space of Squirrelness I live with here.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
|Sometimes My Sacred Dove is a Peacock.|
|So begins another painting journey.|
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
|The black peacock with silver additions.|
It's the little things in life you treasure.
|And some mystical fog on the mountain.|
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
|The lake at the Western shore.|
There was a light breeze, but nothing that would move a serene lake. The stillness on the outside mirrored the stillness I felt within. I like mornings happening this way ~ smooth, centered. Peeps sent off to their destinations and the house feeling sorted and settled. I am free to take myself for this walk and explore the sights I see everyday. Beginner's Mind everyday.
|More of the Western shore.|
|Not wanting to disturb this pair of geese, I skipped going|
to the gazebo this morning.
|The lake at evening.|
Bennie and I went down to the lake in the evening. It is one of my favorite times viewing the lake because the water sparkles and shimmers ~ like a lake of diamonds. The lake laughs at the day, laughs with the sun passing over, and is not as introspective as it was in the morning. The lake in evening doesn't want to reflect, it wants to shine.
We sit in the gazebo and soak in the last rays of the day, breathing in the spring air. Air completely devoid of any hint of winter or its harsh conditions. The breezes caress and play with our hair inviting a lightness of being. It is the fair weather friend.
We sit in the gazebo . . . There is nothing wrong with letting Life feel easy.
|A favorite juniper near the gazebo.|
Saturday, March 17, 2012
|Comfrey sprouting despite the chickens' extended visit in|
|Lemon balm also recovering after the chicken invasion.|
|Obiwan waiting for catnip.|
|Bodhi enjoying the sun and a small patch of grass.|
|Crystal watching . . .|
|the chickens taking a dirt bath.|
|Bennie and Dirk playing badminton.|
|Angel sunning in the bamboo.|
|And me injecting my journal with a little Nature.|
Friday, March 16, 2012
|A green Corriedale waiting to be spun along with two|
spools from last night and earlier in the day (Archer time,
I also hauled out the Lazy Kate for some two-color plying. All in all a productive day despite the physical handicap.
|Millie, Lazy Kate and I plying during Downton Abbey.|
|Gettin' on the green for tomorrow.|
Thursday, March 15, 2012
|Some mohair blends waiting for Archer with me.|
Spinning at this late hour worked very well when I wanted to stay cognizant for Justified Tuesday night I figure I can repeat the action for tonight. Kim has shamed me into spinning more often. She seems to be engaged in heavy fiber activity every chance she gets whether spinning, carding or scouring large quantities of wool. And, AND deconstructing many good quality wool sweaters to harvest yarn. Really. I've not one ounce of this ambition.
|The oatmeal mohair blend was nearly finished during|
Justified Tuesday night. I hope to move on to the
evergreen-colored blend tonight.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
|Ze ingredients! (Yes. I cheated with the canned tomatoes,|
but they were still lovingly prepared.)
I don't think I've ever met a meal so simultaneously humble and exalted. Earlier today, a dear friend commented on how she has found more spirituality in doing the day-to-day mundane rather than racing off to some spiritual retreat in the mountains. (I live half way up a mountain so I guess I'm half way on a spiritual retreat on a daily basis.) Ratatouille is a little like that. It is the Divine Sublime of food. It doesn't require a retreat.
American tastes would dictate that some sort of starch is needed to round out ratatouille, but it's already pretty round. We added shavings of Asiago. That's it. Can't get rounder than that.
By the way, the actual recipe used in the movie Ratatouille is this, confit byaldi. Bennie and I are going to try this next time.
|Voila! A meal for a Queen despite its humble appearance.|
|Bodhi catching the afternoon breeze |
and sun. It is a dog's life.
|My piece of evening sky . . .|
Finally, I leave you with this . . .
Yeah. A taste of ratatouille is just like in the animated movie.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
|A Lancaster farm along the highway.|
Seeing the Pennsylvania barns got me to thinking about hex signs. A lot of the barns were too far in the distance for me to see any, but I got to thinking about them nonetheless. According to the Wikipedia link, the Amish are not superstitious and therefore don't ascribe protective or magical properties to or use the hex signs. However, there are many folks who do. I'm probably in with the latter crowd as I feel art is magical in its own right, Folk or otherwise. The classic hex signs also inspired this musing: What would today's hex signs be?
|Another, of course.|
|Fantastic rolling hills that kiss the sky.|
|An old hex sign|
|Yet another oldie.|
|Could this be the new hex sign of today?|