stitching the form

i’ve been looking at the same person in the mirror for nearly 12,000 days and she changes a little every time i see her.  changes inside and out.

i don’t think i’ll have a typical mid-life crisis because i think that usually comes from a feeling of un-accomplishment.  i have lived the life of a jack.  my feelings are more of un-focus and i don’t know that regret can lay dormant there.

if you give me clay and a wheel i will throw you a bowl or dozen

if you give me pencil and paper i will draw you a portrait

if you ask me about physics i’ll refer you to star dust

if you give me an airplane i will fly it

if you give me a horse i will ride it, train it, jump it, gate it, show it, and win

if you ask me about loss i will raise my sleeve

if you give me seed i will grow it

if you give me a guitar i will tune it and maybe play it a little

if you ask me about religion i will smile and tell you things you’ve never heard

if you give me fabric i will sew it

if you give me a baby i will birth it - on my bedroom floor

if you ask me about paint i will tell you how to use it, what it’s made of, if it’s transparent or opaque, and why

if you give me a block i will carve you a print

if you give me yarn and needles i will knit you a sweater

if you ask me about biology i’ll tell you that plants are the most magical creatures residing here and why

i find myself wondering if there are medicinal uses for poison ivy as i knit and reflect on the label “nettles (stinging)”  and as i type this i hear “…sits next to the stinging nettles.  put a penny in the slot and make an artificial light shine…”  

blog friend.  

regretting my non-blog days is moot.  nothing happens too soon or too late - only precisely when it’s meant to.  we manipulate each other the way a pebble manipulates a lake - turning a touch into a ripple.

despair was nipping at my heels as i tried to keep stride ahead of it but i was becoming tired and willing to let it catch up to me.  i dreamily asked for help just before slipping into the night’s slumber and the next morning help arrived.  the gift of givers taking the place of the takers and i could feel the wind shift that day.

it’s a good time to begin thanking and asking for more, please.  it’s a beautiful life. xo

it changed. the most random post.

blurry pics might be my new favorite thing.

i bought my jade plant when i first began the job i’ll be leaving this week.  in 2009 i had an orange kitchen.  my plant had red tips.  my kids were so small.

believe it or not, in 2009 this park was our front yard.

i picked these berries for mae when we got home tonight but she’s too upset about daddy not taking her with him to eat them.  to be quite honest, i’m not even sure where he went… but he took the dog with him and i’m sure they’re having a fine time.