Continuing

Lyrics from the song “Wild Thingsused with permission …

“The wild things are out there chasing the sun”

 from Mo’s magnificent opus The Illustrated Lyrics of Old Man Crow …

Look carefully in the lower right corner …

A quote from Wendell Berry …
“Again I resume the long lesson”

A long-held belief from my days attending Quaker meetings …
“War is not the answer”
and this …
namaste

Secondary education

I wanted to play with secondary colors today: orange, green, and purple …

So I used my rust-dyed muslin along with green-dyed damask (from Ulrike aka Nemo Ignorat) …

and wild peace threads from Deb Lacativa (my preferred go-to of late) …

One of these will be flying to Mo’s friend Liz in Australia, while others are headed to Julie in England, Pam in Colorado, Sarah in Missouri, and Kendall in Texas.
I also called my members of Congress to leave a comment about the proposed tax reform. Unlike past calls, this time I reframed my explanation of how health care has impacted our budget and how tax reform will add a further burden. I told them that we live on x number of dollars from pension and IRA income, but that it costs us an additional 35-50% to pay for our health insurance and potential out of pocket deductibles … that 35-50% is counted as taxable income, which is only partly relieved by itemizing our deductions. The new tax reform proposal would wipe out the health care deduction. And the failure of Congress to reform health care will likely increase our premiums and/or deductibles next year.
“Wow,” said one staffer on the other end of the line. “Can I get your name and phone number? Someone on our policy team might want to get back to you for more information.”
I don’t know that our story will make a whit of difference, but if enough of us tell our stories maybe, just maybe, we might begin to change minds … 
speak your truth

Meanwhile, I’m beginning to see these shreds of cloth thoughts as a new daily practice … responses to Mo’s call to stitch for our beautiful broken world.

Fly away home

A wonderful little boat sailed into my life yesterday …

a gift from Hazel
The colors took me back to this picture at the Outer Banks, where our oldest and youngest granddaughters met for the first time this past June …

How did she know?
Hazel wrapped her gift in tie-dyed indigo …

from which I tore a strip to make a birthday gift for my dear friend Barb in Virginia, stitched with what I have begun to think of as Deb Lacativa’s wild peace floss …

It was a little longer than the pins I’ve been making, which gave me an idea. What if I signed the inside …

so the pin can also be worn asemically …

Hmmm, I think I like it.
So I’m headed to the post office to send more peace pins out into the world …

Ten to Kristin for the refugees she tutors and has mentioned in comments here. One to Tina in Wisconsin who sent an email request for a pin. One to Deb along with a check for more of her wild peace floss (aka Dirty Threads)
And one to Barb, of course.
Back in July when my once-upon-a-time college roommate came to visit we did lots of the usual tourist-type stuff, visiting a vineyard …

heading to San Antone (and no, we didn’t actually go into the Snake Farm) …

and listening to music …

At some point (ha!) along the way, Linda mentioned that her husband John (who didn’t make it out to Texas this time) had mentioned wanting a dream catcher for his guitar. 
While she was here, I made her a couple of version 1.0 peace pins …

But it wasn’t until this week that I finally cobbled up a Lone Star version of a dream catcher, complete with Deb’s floss and Cascade Trail turkey feathers …

Now ready to fly away home …