Peace For Harry

"Rest in natural great peace this exhausted mind,

 Beaten helpless by karma and neurotic thoughts

 Like the relentless fury of the pounding waves

 In the infinate ocean of samsara

 Rest in natural great peace."

Nyoshul Khen Rinpoche

Good-by Harry

 

My friend, Harry, died. I always think of him around this time because his birthday is approaching. I first met Harry many years ago when I took an empathic counseling class which he taught. His feedback to me gave my confidence a real boost. He was a sad man overall, physically depressed most of his life, yet trying to do the loving thing even as he often felt unloveable. He worked a lot with grief, dying, and AIDS. Harry did much good in the world--I think he brought grace and forgiveness into many lives. It's funny how many of us who try to be "good" people have issues with low/no self worth and trouble finding real love. We have to keep remembering how important the journey is and not the destination. The world has lost a good man.

Deep Thoughts

"I don't like pain, it hurts me!"
          Daffy Duck

Stars Are The Thoughts Of The Eternal

As a child I loved to lie on the grass in the dark, seeing, feeling the stars spinning---or kneeling on my bed at night while my family was sleeping, looking up to the sky---stories in my head of the goddess who made the stars, of the Goddess who created and moved and was made of stars---the Star Keeper.

The center of this piece was sketched on a plain piece of muslin. I then filled it entirely with hand embroidery of small, repeated chain and stem stitches. It was attached to batik fabric, then more embroidery and glass beads were added over and on the stitches and fabric.

The Unknown Blogger

I got lost in TechnoWorld again---I don't know how I navigate myself into so many dead ends--and the path in disappears behind me. I'm spending hours and hours either working on or reading about this computer!   Just when I think I've got it, something else happens that everyone tells me should not occur!  I really am trying to get new stuff in an old brain, but this computer (or as I find myself calling it: the Spawn Of Satan) evidently has a mind of its own and a higher IQ than I have. I'm overwhelmed...but I guess I'll keep slogging (blogging?) along. I do plan on showing up here again--maybe these last glitches of mine are done. We'll see--I may be the Unknown Blogger who appears out of nowhere and disappears just as quickly, a champion of Truth, Justice, and Fiber for all! I'll be back again----maybe.

Use Fiber Daily!!

Leaves Of Another Year

Today is Sept 1st--the weather is cooler than normal and it's easy to think ahead to autumn, to the colors, then the fading and falling of leaves. The years fly by more and more quickly as I age--there is so much time I wished and worked away, feeling as if that time rolled on so slowly and forever. I hurried through things that ultimately didn't matter as I cared for my parents and my children, went to school, built a career, dealt with injuries, and on and on. My artwork has helped me slow down, to become increasingly conscious and aware of life and its changes. And time passes---From one of Robert Frost's poems: "I have safely trodden underfoot the leaves of another year."