Fran, I've been reading James Lee Burke recently. Every once in a while he lets loose with a phrase that just takes my breath away. I hope you don't mind if I share one with you. "I know that somehow we rise above the woe and the sound and the fury and the mire of human veins that drag us back again and again into the maelstrom bathed by a luminosity so intense we can stand on a scaffold with John Brown at our side, unafraid." And, one more. "You can become part of the milky way just by looking at it." :-) Thanks. Robin
Meteors are strange omens, depending I guess on what you believe or perceive. For many folks, it's a harbinger of coming disaster or ill fate. For me, a fiery orb streaking across the sky is a beautiful bedevilment, something that got away from something and has chosen its own path. It means no harm; although if it bumps into something, consequences can be dire. How true is that for our wayward lives if we take a chance to wander alone.
'Tilt' sounds like an interesting disaster story and how timely, since scientists are shivering in their boots about the building up of magma under our feet. All the volcanoes from Mt. Hood to Mt. Shasta are supposedly connected with channels full of magma. Pressure is building up, too. Kind of goes along the socio/political pressures building in our global community. Anyway, I'm going to check it out. I'm having trouble reading books these days, and even reading on the laptop is becoming a problem. Guess I need to have a good hard cry to wash the desert dust out of my eyes. 😉
D'accord on the bed making, although I let it air a little before putting the linens all back in order. My brother taught me that one.
Oh, my ~ the quilt!! I want a tutorial.
And lastly, I'm so very sorry that you've never seen a meteor, sailing through the night sky. It sometimes takes a bit of effort, but it's well worth it. I remember putting an old mattress on an open space on our property in Boring and setting our alarm for the prime time and being connected to that expanse of sky. Then other times, driving home at night, one might randomly fly through the sky in front of me. Treasured moments.
Thanks, again, for a sweet beginning to my Sunday.
I remember camping with my ex-husband and him saying “did you see that one?” But somehow, I never did. And now I don’t know when I will see starry night skies again.
Your reflections on making your bed resonated with me. It’s the second thing I do every morning. The first is feeding Marlo, my cat. Also that’s a gorgeous quilt.
Fran, I've been reading James Lee Burke recently. Every once in a while he lets loose with a phrase that just takes my breath away. I hope you don't mind if I share one with you. "I know that somehow we rise above the woe and the sound and the fury and the mire of human veins that drag us back again and again into the maelstrom bathed by a luminosity so intense we can stand on a scaffold with John Brown at our side, unafraid." And, one more. "You can become part of the milky way just by looking at it." :-) Thanks. Robin
The thing about Tilt is that it is very easy read. The book is short and it moves along pretty quickly, so I think you can read it easily.
Meteors are strange omens, depending I guess on what you believe or perceive. For many folks, it's a harbinger of coming disaster or ill fate. For me, a fiery orb streaking across the sky is a beautiful bedevilment, something that got away from something and has chosen its own path. It means no harm; although if it bumps into something, consequences can be dire. How true is that for our wayward lives if we take a chance to wander alone.
'Tilt' sounds like an interesting disaster story and how timely, since scientists are shivering in their boots about the building up of magma under our feet. All the volcanoes from Mt. Hood to Mt. Shasta are supposedly connected with channels full of magma. Pressure is building up, too. Kind of goes along the socio/political pressures building in our global community. Anyway, I'm going to check it out. I'm having trouble reading books these days, and even reading on the laptop is becoming a problem. Guess I need to have a good hard cry to wash the desert dust out of my eyes. 😉
The quilt turned out beautiful!
Spinning in my head now
As I read about the making of the bed. For me sometimes it’s the balancing
Of a check book. Or designing on paper with pencil. Measurements and doings to clear my head. Thanks Fran.
Yes, balancing! On the cusp between the herbal tea of spring and the lemonade of summer.
I smell delicious possibility. Best wish’s from B. Small birds singing.
D'accord on the bed making, although I let it air a little before putting the linens all back in order. My brother taught me that one.
Oh, my ~ the quilt!! I want a tutorial.
And lastly, I'm so very sorry that you've never seen a meteor, sailing through the night sky. It sometimes takes a bit of effort, but it's well worth it. I remember putting an old mattress on an open space on our property in Boring and setting our alarm for the prime time and being connected to that expanse of sky. Then other times, driving home at night, one might randomly fly through the sky in front of me. Treasured moments.
Thanks, again, for a sweet beginning to my Sunday.
I remember camping with my ex-husband and him saying “did you see that one?” But somehow, I never did. And now I don’t know when I will see starry night skies again.
And yes, let the bed air before you make it!
Your reflections on making your bed resonated with me. It’s the second thing I do every morning. The first is feeding Marlo, my cat. Also that’s a gorgeous quilt.
Thank you! The first thing I do is the writing exercise. Maybe coffee, maybe not. I usually make my bed after the Zoom writing session.
Fran, I so enjoy your writing. I'm with you through the seasons. Your quilt is a stunner. Look forward to all your posts. Robin Young
Wow! Fun quilt out of scraps! So colorful and balanced.
Your poetry makes me happy. I always read them several times. Thank you Fran ;-)
I love your quilts! You have inspired me. Thank you for a another nice news letter.