how utterly absurd
Bill Withers in the background, as I was listening to Nancy's video in her latest post, this Blue Tit fluttered onto the window sill right in front of me, pecking at seeds, I tried to capture it on camera without scaring it off by sudden movements on my part, hence the poor quality, resulting however in sheer joy
inspired by a sudden longing for lightness |
my mantra |
an old piece I found at the bottom of a basket when looking for stuff to fill out the prayer flag, hidden beneath the flap.... how utterly appropriate |
The prayer flag was half in tatters and I had been considering doing something about it on and off for some time now. |
First new one done and then partly undone [sigh] was the 'Everything is Connected' star cloth. Then I went rummaging for bits to match and noticed Maria's linen dyed square draped around one of my press handles, great I was on a roll here. The 2 Happy Birds lino-print, the start of a cloth never even truly begun, a small white journey, quite unfinished; several strips of lovely fabric dangling over my worktop, now sewn together with a purpose, an old woven piece from one of Jude's classes, a dye experiment....
there, all done!
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not that I presume to manage that, impatient as I am, easily distracted by all the stuff I want to cram into a day, restless within my own space, I miss out on lots of clues, yet it is what I believe: everything is connected.
Funny how this morning, whilst walking with youngest son, I mentioned how I'd found the piece with the hidden phrase 'how utterly absurd' on it and how appropriate I felt it was for the times we live in. His reply was: 'you could also say that this is normal, how and what we were used to was utterly absurd....' hmmm, he got me re-thinking....xx
thank you Mo, your post set me going! xx
hugs to you Nancy xx
I'm glad it does Grace xx
oh Michelle, I think of you often cooped up and isolated for much of the time, we hear such scary news about NYC.... to be able to share just the teensiest of life here and the sense of freedom in our garden is the least I can do xx
you can Liz, we all make an effort don't we, whatever way we can xx