Just going

I’m continuing to stitch my sense of cup-and-ring rock art …

heathering strands of Deb’s magical threads …

each new ring a thumb’s width from the last …

As always, I’m loving the other side just as much …

All while waiting for books to arrive, to give me a better sense of what these marks might mean. But in the meantime, loving this telling of a modern man’s making of a single cup mark … from an online library copy of the book An Animate Landscape: Rock Art and the Prehistory of Kilmartin, Argyll, Scotland

Such a magical journey.

Eureka!

I’m not sure I can make total sense of it in this post, but I had an amazing “Aha!” realization that has led to some preliminary research into cup-and-rings rock art in Scotland …

It’s also led to a bit of a sheepish realization of how I’ve always felt a bit “guilty” about appropriating Native American rock art images, when all along my own Scottish ancestry would have served every bit as well. Better late than never, eh?

So expect lots more to come, but for now, know that I am happily reading an eye-opening book by Susan Cross (who was one of the guides on our Ghost Ranch hike last October) A Fleeting Presence: Fieldnotes from a Crone references both the British Isles and New Mexico from the viewpoint of a woman of a certain age in a beautifully written series of essays.

It also pairs very well with another book I’m reading, If Women Rose Rooted by Sharon Blackie (with thanks to Marti and Deb G).

And as a result, I’m starting to stitch cups-and-rings onto My Heart’s Compass using Deb’s threads

It’s a good thing she’s making more … I’ve got a lot of ground to cover!

Back in my happy place

I’m on my sixth or seventh skein of Deb’s threads, happily stitching my way across a sea of hope …

And wow, that one patch of Deb’s dyed damask makes me think of Hazel’s sailing ships … imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, even when unintentional.

We’ve actually been away … an overnight trip to the little town of Brenham

We stayed at the Main Street House

wandered around the historic district

had a great dinner at Las Americas

and wished some other intriguing places had been open when we wandered by …

Sadly, the new normal in Bed & Breakfast land appears to be serve-yourself breakfast … a change from the toothsome offerings served at a common table in pre-Covid days.

Still, it was good to be venturing out in the world again … and then return home to blue skies and new leaves pushing old leaves off the live oak trees …

a sure sign of spring!