May the circle be unbroken …

The torn and tattered heart that journeyed around the world to be a part of Mo’s dream …

has returned to the nest …

Thank you Mo, for your vision and great heart … I will treasure the memory and the beautiful pieces you sent.

And thank you, Rod, for your music and a heart to match Mo’s.

No apologies, just "write"

So you might have noticed I’ve been gone for a while … having fun with our grandkids mostly. They range in age from 13 to 5 to 3 years old, down to Little P who has somehow managed reach 9 months already. We put way more than 2000 miles on the car in the past 3 weeks. And yes, it was all worth absolutely every minute of the beautiful racket (with credit to Mary Chapin Carpenter for the phrase, which captures the wild joy of kids at play).

Now it’s finally time to be just me again, which includes looking back on last year and looking forward to the year ahead. The first post of 2017 included a list of past resolutions and an overly optimistic new resolution (at the end of this post):

2013 – Create

2014 – Blog
2015 – Stitch
2016 – Remember 
2017 – Enjoy 
In hindsight, I would rename my resolution for 2017 “Imagine Peace” for the project that ultimately reached over 70 individuals in six countries and twenty states …

There was also the completion of two projects from the previous year: Land of Flood and Drought 2016

and Remember 2016

Followed by new grandchild projects like this pillow …
and these nursery wall hangings …
for the arrival of Sweet P in April …

I surprised myself by actually finishing a new bag made from linen shirt plackets

while only making a start on The Land as the Crow Flies

and the Pojagi-inspired Peace Pin Project Shawl

Fortunately, I can also report the actual completion of the pennon for Mo’s Dream, seen here in a picture from her blog It’s Crow Time

And in spite of the two projects-pending above, I started yet another in December to commemorate our 40th wedding anniversary (which has since passed, but the project is yet to be completed) …

Which brings me to here and now: the year 2018 and my resolve to “Write” … which will include sending “real” mail to kindred spirits in recognition of how much I appreciated the “real” mail that arrived in my mailbox last year … a continuation of the Peace Pin Project Shawl, which will most likely be renamed the Commonplace Shawl as I intend to stitch words and phrases that I wish to recall in the coming year … a book for our grandkids tentatively titled Moon Myth … and last, but far from least, continued posting here on the blog.
So belated best wishes to all for the new year ahead … may it prove memorable in all the best ways possible. However it turns out in the end, though, I am grateful for your presence along the way.

Letting go of a dream

I think it’s done …

although I’m hard pressed to say which is the back and which is the front …

Either way, it has gathered Texas sun and wind into its being whilst holding words from Old Man Crow, Terry Tempest Williams, Wendell Berry, John Lennon, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Dee Mallon, Marti in New Mexico, and Mo herself …

along with cloth and threads dyed by Ulrike Bogdan (Nemo Ignorat), Hazel Monte (Handstories), Deb Lacativa (More Whiffs, Glimmers & Left Oeuvres), Dee Mallon (Pattern and Outrage), Glennis Dolce (Shibori Girl), and my own hand …

Then it made one last visit to Austin …

where I told G the story of the cloth and the gifts to and from Mo …

For Mo sent me a gift beyond measure: The Key Book, written about as she made it:
and now seen here in Texas on the cover of The Illustrated Lyrics of Old Man Crow …


together with a woven shell from the Outer Banks of North Carolina one last time …

The pennon called Mo’s Dream is now ready to whirl away …