magic

there is magic in the air tonight
the moon is bathing the land in night
owl eyed Athena is looking down on me
faces stare at me
a warrior
a priestess
i am reading the iliad it is time

dogs,flokati,boy sleeping

a border

when does repetition stop being repetition and turns into something else?

sorry about the quality of the fotos, it has been raining for days

and it is quite dark..

too busy to write

just another morning

the sun shines in my eastern window. i've hung graces cloth there, my eyes feast on it, admiring. ideas are coming about how to turn it into a storytelling cloth, but not the story. not yet. just enjoying, and wondering at the beauty of the cloth and the gesture. it makes me happy.this is another gift. took he picture because I liked the way it looked all jumbled up. woven from our native coarse wool, here in the village, must be very old- it was made by the grandmother of someone who is a grandmother herself.

did a little piecing experiment:

picked three scraps from ever expanding scrap bag

rules:

no waste, use it all up, cut after making the seam. it helped that one was a strip.

started with no plan or measurement

like it so much i've been carrying it around in my pocket for a few days

medusa the gorgon in the making

want her to be terrifying

but still to be able to receive a tender glance

layered charm
it has me thinking of a double sided cloth with all the layers visible at the seamsthe family are safely back home, the little one is safely here, his brother and father are safely back in Warsaw, and I am here, blessed.

Bless you all this new year, may the light shine through all clouds and worries.

star

this has been in my mind since the stars a few posts ago..have you heard the story where the girl has married the moon and she goes to his house in the sky? there is a wide plain, and there are lots of people kneeling with their bottoms sticking up and their heads in the ground. later in the story she taps on one persons shoulder and he lifts his head. in the ground there is a hole, and she sees the earth and her place. when the being turns around and looks at her, she sees that he has only one huge eye in the middle of his forehead.. he is a star

off to bed, long day tomorrow, solstice storytelling begins. I'll post about that, I promise..