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Living Bread

In my Kitchen this week.  Art & Poetry & Bread. 

“The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Heather at Beautythatmoves is having a kitchen share over on here blog here.

Bread

Dutch Oven Bread. Made yesterday and today at the time of new beginnings.  Bread seemed fitting to bake.  Everything has its time.  Things can't be rushed. In the in between times: read, walk, carry compost, draw, sing.  Beautiful Bread time.  HeartBread time.  Story & Bread time.  Biography of Bread.

Patron Saint of Gardeners

I know it is here.  Spring has come on a linear calendar that says yes, it arrives!  Perhaps there is light coming and I can imagine the warmth.



"Die Heilige Dorothea" by Lucas Cranach, ca 1530 Germany

Circle of Stories

It's not pots we are forming, it's ourselves.
M.C. Richards

Fox Story

Another birthday rounds the bend...


Georgia O'Keeffe Biography Presentation in Puppet form


Work continues on the Story Cabin...

What do all of these things have in common?  Story is at the root of what makes me rise.  A place where words whirl and images twirl in our hearts mind.  A long ago story of a cabin in the woods.  The brink of pine trees perched on a ledge and waters swooping downhill toward a kettle or a river. A fox screams under the floor boards one night.  Peeking through the knot of a board long ago standing to catch a glimpse of mystery.  I hear it...

A Yearning

*Sailing away from summer.
*Opening to Thresholds
*Golden leaves glow on the trees
*Beauty
*Deep waters hold many secrets


a birthday wish


kissed by the harvest moon

October

October!  We love October around here.  It's her birthday month, pumpkins are out in their full glory, the sun is till shimmering and warm and the leaves on the trees are just ablaze with color this year.  We joined a CSA farm this year and each week we picked up bountiful bunches of produce.  It was a weekly jaunt of relaxing ride, anticipation and beauty.  A perfect autumn day here...and this woman is doing a bit of nostalgia'ing.  She's in her beatup carharts after a full day of outdoor work and a mile wide grin pulling pumpkins in the wagon.  I can still see the glimpse of long ago in that child playing.  

Fleece & Mandalas

Romney Fleece washed

Three bags full.  All for me!  I made these handmade cotton bags from leftover fabric.  Hemp finishes off the ties quite nicely. 



Fleece in the snow.


 Mandala created for a class that I am participating in.

There is alot going on. I have been busy with many things.  One of the things I'm involved in with now is an ongoing Mandala class.  I am loving creating mandalas!  The one above was done after a meditation focusing on the Center. 


seed mandala


Nature Mandala. The story of this tree is a bit sad.  Rand was working at a friends house over the last summer.  The town was trying to make  trees to take down due to power line issues, related to the hurricane that happened a year ago in our area.  So, Rand and our friend kept moving the line that was marking these trees for their demise.  It was put off for months.  The town didn't realize what was happening.  Until one day they did.  The tree came home to us.  This beautiful piece is part of the  magnificence of the cedar. 

Cardinal

Cardinal has been visiting as they always do throughout the year.  With the stark background of the white snows that have been piled high here, whenever they land, it is always breathtaking.  Shy cardinal with her/his showy feathers just did not want to be photographed this week. It took me days to catch them on camera, despite the fact that there are three pairs of them, at least, living here.

This was posted over the woodstove mantle during our People & Permaculture course for the duration.  I have always loved this quote. It was a guiding principle in our learning activist life. My imagination is swirling, humming, turning over, revisiting, holding it all....