I’m still here, drinking my morning coffee while reading Kindred Spirit blogs …
The table a 1920s inheritance with a veneer top that had seen better days. So Don painted it …
Much better!
If only the world could be so quickly remade. Instead, I watch mesmerized as the news cycle churns. Feeling I have not much worth saying, and so saying nothing.
But reading … so much. On Instagram …
in newsletters …
podcasts (which are easier for me to read than to hear) …
and the Kindred Spirit blogs of course.
Plus, I’ve been working through some very minor (not Covid) symptoms that actually prompted a trip to the doctor’s office (here I clench my teeth in remembrance of the angst). Subsequent antibiotics cured the ills, but triggered side effects that left me feeling the meaning of malaise.
No matter. I did get out enough to start trimming back the walls of hedge in our front yard …
Opening spaces for Don to fill …
I know some find this kind of trimming beneath contempt … lollipopping. But I like being able to see through … and imagine some future peace offerings might hang there, a la Fiona …
and Barry …
And stitching. Well, it goes … in fits and starts … with a little help from my friends …
stitching a sea of hope …
I'm Going to Texas (version 2.0) 
this post makes me think of maybe how it’s much better to “save it up”…ie for me, not the
everyday thing i’ve been doing?????
Love so much your sea of hope and
Don’s table work
and well, this whole post.
and i love YOU
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I love you back, Grace … and yes, writing when it feels right is a good thing
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There is so much goodness here, I know I’ll be back!
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you being here makes me happy
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(((Liz))) your sea of hope is coming together beautifully!
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thanks Mo … there’s a long way to go, literally and figuratively
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I’m here, too, with tea…and quiet stitches, still ever grateful for this circle, cloth & community. oxo
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thank you for being here … your little boat floating by my side …
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If only the table could talk: it would share all the emotions encountered, all the stories shared. “Ingrained.” Your “thread writing” is admirable. I cannot seem to get mine even sized. Instagram? I can get quite lost there.
Love and Blessings
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Thanks Sue … hopefully the table will be able to add a tale or two when your and Frank are on the road again …
As for Instagram, I’m a lurker with only one post to my name …
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hey, here but not saying much
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I know the feeling … glad you stopped by …
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I am sorry you have been feeling poorly, but I see that you are still in action. Yay! It is so good to have you here. What a time this is.
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Thank you Dana … what happens here seems so insignificant in comparison to what is going on in the world, but then again, that can be a form of relief
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Hi LA – what a packed post – so full of the challenges of life and times; but also full of folk and small efforts to make the world a better place – so we all must keep on going. Hope you are well. B
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B – I am so keenly aware of what a gift good health is … how we must use whatever time we have as best we can …
I sense such great joy in your new studio work … may you continue to be well as you go …
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Thanks Liz for the links to Insta – some powerful words and ideas in those. I like your lollipopping – what great descriptor! and I really like the rusty hand on the edge of the garden – it caught my eye. The re-working of the table top makes it simply delicious. The thread colours match your sea of hope so well; and 5 4 3 2 1 may help you set sail! Peace offerings dangling low sound lovely – they will catch the eye of children too…hoping you are feeling brighter. Go well.
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Thanks Fiona … the sun is shining and the wind is blowing … what one acquaintance calls “hair dryer weather” (imagine standing in front of one and you get a sense of summer in Texas). I hold the thought of you and Barry coming on the shortest day of the year as our longest day approaches. May you, too, be well
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Hey Liz, I do hope you’re feeling better. This post! This post! I have been capturing a lot of screen shots too — a quick way to pack a punch and leave attribution, all at once.The fragmenting insertion somewhat of an indicator, I think, of where we find ourselves. I, too, have referenced Chawne Kimber and the ‘On Being’ podcast also.That podcast has informed every piece of writing I’ve done since listening to it. Today, I’m sitting with his comment, “You can’t fake curiosity.”
Love that your creativity now extends into the yard. The fact that you picked up and moved still inspires me to no end. This house (!) overwhelms at the mere whisper of the idea.
I recently re-read a post I wrote after you mailed Barry’s Peace Leaves ’round — how meaningful that exercise in communal prayer was. I still keep Fiona’s printed paper in my writing studio: “Let Peace Be a Daily Conversation.” A reminder that peace is active, vigorous — not at all passive.
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Dee – I wrote umpteen variations of this post in my head … just couldn’t get over the energy wall to put them down until I got a couple of emails from folks asking “You okay?” (I am in fact doing a bit better every day)
As for moving, we have done so every ten years or so, which means we have done major culls on the same timetable. That helps.
And yes, the peace projects, including the Hearts for Charleston, have been much in my mind. How we might weave a new web of hope …
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oh, Liz, this table turned out wonderful. Nice work and it well be cherished, I guess.
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Glad you like it! Our 16 year old granddaughter wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but I suspect my 16 year old self would have been similarly perplexed
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