evidence of a hare-eating wild snail
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| remember I left several cards for the snail to set his/her teeth into: the snail has eaten the hare! the dog is highly amused...the birds have survived the assault, by that I mean the printed cards are only damaged in the white areas, maybe the snail doesn't really like the taste of ink |
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| still lots to do here (sigh) feel kind of stuck |
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| we've had a lot of rain this past week, the days were grey and drab, the result of which can be seen and enjoyed on a sunny day like today: a kind of miniature rain forest has sprung in the flower bed; here we see the 'grote kaardebol' or common teasel (Dipsacus fullonum or Dipsacus sylvestris) which is I suppose an invasive weed (aren't they all) but I find it such a magnificent plant plus it attracts gold finches and bull finches
July 23: now that they are blooming, they have shown themselves in fact to be small teasels/kleine kaardebol = Dipsacus pilosus;
Dipsacus from the Greek dipsao (I am thirsty), as the leaves catch the water; pilosus meaning hairy.
Dipsacus komt van het Griekse dipsao (ik heb dorst), hetgeen slaat op het verzamelen van regenwater in de bekkens, die door de stengelbladen gevormd worden. Pilosus betekent "harig of behaard".
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the photo's below were added after having read and commented on Marti's and Grace's comments
I stood at a particular point where I often just stop and look at the fields; this evening I took 4 photo's: of the fields to the north, the path facing west and east and the bridge, which takes me across a 'vliet' back into the trees, along another route back home - I like to imagine I was standing there as Marti placed her comment
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And Django, his shiny black coat against the green grass, a "riff" of color and joy to brighten up the day.
with so MUCH
and there , in the oh so FULL
studio, the words
"feel kind of stuck"
there was such a flood of the
familiar. i have had to look again and again at the whole post and again and again at those words.
How that happens...the appearance of the stuckness...
long long ago i might have looked for a new "love interest", maybe even a new lover. then years going by, it might be a whole new area of learning, midwifery or something, years more, stretching what i'd learned so far into teaching it somehow, years more going inward and Buddhism, years more, well, More. Pulling it, shaping it different. but it was that small feeling of stuckness that was at the beginning of it, always.
Recently, i began looking online at sources for Cray Pas....and
suddenly knew. it was the stuckness again.
am looking at the phenomenon of Stuckness without mercy right now.
thank you for this post that added some light....
it is weird, because your comment and Marti's echo my walk in the woods, i will post the pics
I stitch outside mostly in the early morning and I stitch sitting on my bed and in my comfy chair in our living room. One corner of the bedroom floor holds my dyed cloth in a large basket. The recycled thrift store cloth waiting to be dyed is stored in a bottom dresser drawer alongside a very small round wooden box that holds my stitching supplies. I do not have lots of cloth nor do I have lots of thread but it always seems to be enough. So it is easy to not be too concerned when inspiration does not come because I don't have a big space to begin with!
I work so narrowly,nothing but plant materials or bark or rust bits, bundled, dyed, sometimes steamed, mostly solar dyed, dried on the line, stitched into my wall collages. Sometimes a vision comes immediately to me and the cloths are barely dried before I begin stitching. Other times the cloths sit in the basket.
So the DOING comes easily at times and other times, it takes some time but through it all, I like knowing that the cloths are resting in the basket, getting ready to tell me a story. Sometimes I take them out and fan them out all over the bed, airing them out, letting them know that I am waiting and so stuck hasn't really come back since I first realized that I could do something with these cloths from the land besides just dyeing them.
Ha Marti, not having a studio, where would all the beings go?? In fact a lot, if not most of my stitching is done in other places than the studio and the dyeing's done outdoors as well, so why the studio: 'cos it's there and also it's good to have this room for self and all my clutter, the dog on my days at home and as a place where my friends and I can get together and experiment...or just sit and drink tea when it's cold and raining outside, ah what would I do without it??
the being stuck's a useful phase, I think I need it to gather thoughts and review what I have done and where to next??
Patty: apologies!! I inadvertently deleted your comment as I was trying to click away a small screen whilst opening my comments page, I do apologize and thank you for your kind words!!