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Mixed Media Artist, Contemplative Musician, Writer
I wouldn't call myself a quilter. In fact the idea of buying gorgeous fabric just to cut up into little pieces to meticulously stitch back together again is a bit of a paradox to me. I love to reuse fabric or create from someone else's scraps though. Way back in university days I needed something... Continue Reading →
I've never had the nose to pick the separate aromas in a bouquet of wineit is a talent few possess rarely have I been able to sniff cologne which doesnβt then make me break out with sneezing and runny eyes I do enjoy being able to smell. What I remember is in no particular order, importance orcategory: cut... Continue Reading →
(thank you J & B)I sit under a blossoming treemy take-out dinnerreceiving delicate petalslike some type of sprinkling It's a hot beach dayhot enough to get mesteamed upthough not from the temperaturebut from persons not measuring upto my high expectationsI was near explosionwhen dear friends removed the pressure valveand let the steam outI was petrified... Continue Reading →
(And I don't mean needing an appointment at my salon. )One of my favourite places is a little bay on the mighty Lake Superior, Canada. It's called Katherine Cove. I've yet to learn why this special spot is named such, though there must be a certain memorable Katherine whom it memorializes.It is located in Lake... Continue Reading →
the paintbrush is smallbecause I want tomake small marksrows of dotslike the aboriginesgoing walkabout each dot a new thoughtleading to lines of inquirylines of longinggo this waygo that waylines of inquiryrequiring more and moredotstiny marks of wondertiny marks of longingtiny splashes of storydots on multicoloured landscapeeach dot a day of lifeeach dot a new thoughtleading... Continue Reading →
Belle's SoundI love knitting with small needlesmindless rowsaccumulatingno thinking muscle memorymindless rowsclickingno thinking muscle memoryGreat Gramma Belle with needles in handclickingpure funGreat Gramma Belle with needles in handaddictionpure funaccumulatingaddiction or salvationI love knitting with small needlesEv WardJanuary 14, 2025
I go to cemeteries a lotIt doesnβt matter where Itβs not about the who(or mostly not) Itβs quietItβs reverent Squirrels aboundDogs exercisePeople walk and talk I mostly come to listenTo the birdsTo the breezeTo the voices of ancestorsTheir inscriptions, storiesTheir bones, a witnessTheir songs, a whisperTheir presence, a comfort Places set apart to remember So I... Continue Reading →
Drop the bucket into the well of grief again?Is the water table lower than the last time?The bucket has to go deeper to find the water it seems. Each grief attack seems to require more effort. Yet now there is more time between trips to the well perhaps the water filling my bucket contains more... Continue Reading →
I only had to look up. They were there all along. The ripe and ripening fruit. Yummy morsels. Dark purple. I go out and harvest my breakfast from my own bushes, nay trees now. When did the fruit grow out of reach? How can I harvest? The tree, if carefully handled, will bend. Gracefully bowing... Continue Reading →
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