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yes, nature is providing salve for my soul of late, helping me bring order to the chaos. today was a travel day, and once arrived, phoebe and i went straightaway for a romp outside - she to bury some tasty morsels for future snack attacks and me to nap on a rock in the sun, [...]

sometimes
if we
quietly,
tenaciously
connect the knots,
things
begin to take shape . . .

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today i took a little trip down memory lane.
while trying to make more room in my jeannedom closet, i rediscovered my rather impressive-if-i-do-say-so-myself assortment of day planners. daily organizers. calendars-and-more-in-a-notebook.
if there’s a group out there for recovering accomplishment-oriented people and lovers of day planning/organizing systems, i’d sure like to know about it.
you know, i [...]

just a teensy little time to stitch today (so far) and nothing picture worthy as i’m still just stitching, stitching, stitching on what i call the basic, infrastructure level. next stage of unfolding on both works should start soon.
stray thoughts that kept me company today when i shoved the ubiquitous work aside and began stitching [...]

throughout my life, i have shared the table with many people who have nourished me. my maternal grandmother is one.
she loved to cut grass, quilt, cook, preserve foods, make pickles, grow flowers, and enter cake contests. as a young woman, she attended college on a piano scholarship for one year before her father decided [...]

deciding to work with what i have in order to satisfy hands that are restless and itching to get moving (everything still in nc), began work on found crewel piece. no thinking, i said, just selecting, cutting, joining. the why’s, if there are any, will bubble to the surface in their own good time. here’s [...]

reading about choosing here at the red thread studio (scroll down to the post on 2/19 on pattern recognition) and lisa call’s articles on holding intention and christine kane’s talk of making a visualization board and the series on the secrets of wellbeing at good life zen led me right straight into a moment or [...]

having a bit of a blueblah day here. left my sewing machine, fabrics, threads, and other creative fiber paraphernalia at j’underneath. was only going to be here for 2 busy, filled nights, so no need to haul it home.
then the plans changed, and we stayed.
had a rather lazy day today. phoebe (our corgi child) woke [...]

Yesterday, the falls looked like this:

It rained overnight, and today the falls look like this:

The very same falls.
My goodness how they changed in a scant 24 hour period.
One day the water runs leisurely along, clear enough so you can see the bottom and at a volume that allows glimpses into all sorts of nooks [...]

so we went out this morning, phoebe and i, in search of 2 more perfect fallen sticks for my 2 unadorned windows in j’underneath. we walked down to our neighbor’s house, and phoebe, a welsh corgi (a herder breed by nature) apparently went to the corgi school that taught herding by leading:

while i can’t tell [...]

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