Whine, Whine, Whine!

Art Tragedy!!  I can barely bring myself to write this... I've worked so looong on this doggone wall hanging...got to the place of trimming on the base before adding batting...(this is like remembering a bad dream)...I have flashes of scissors cutting through two layers in slow motion!  I've had to rip out some seams, cut some new pieces, and am now starting to embroider something I've already done...and that I had redone before that because I didn't like how it was looking.  Life, in the guise of myself, handed me a huge lesson in dealing with frustration and learning patience.  I thought I'd be posting some photos of this piece but, alas...!

In my time of shock and grief, I am brought to posting pictures of some more of my little pieces:

 

My Light Is Falling

We had beautiful weather last week, although there was a tornado about an hour from here where I grew up.  There were six people killed and one hundred some-odd injured.  It's an area that has always been lucky and doesn't have a history of tornados hitting, only passing by to other places.

I've had more dreams and memories of the past, of sun and storms, of changing weather and scenes and people.  Today has been dark and cold and my energy started to feel like that, also. This old piece hangs by my bedroom door for moments like this:



"My light is falling over the earth and slowly everything is blossoming
in it.  The hardest stones are opening like flowers."



Mother Meera, a holy woman from India, is responsible for this quote.  She teaches healing ourselves and our world, to love, to help, to be peace.  Something wonderful to contemplate today.