Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I have always hated being copied by others whether in clothes, taste, style, or just being. I've had some crazy people with fixations on me and I've had to hold myself strong to flow through these relationships and leave fairly unscarred. In quilting, sharing is the name of the game whether it's patterns, ideas, or even material. I have found that this world relishes collaboration among women instead of the competitiveness that we normally find in our relationships-who has the better house, car, kid, stove, etc and on it goes, but in this world, my world, a gift of a scrap of this or that makes all our lives sweeter. As the summer nears its end, I find myself with an oddly pieced and deeply scarred journal-it holds the bitterness and the sweetness of these sultry months. As I strengthen my seams, I make beauty from all the pieces of my life and I learn to lose without grasping for control, but with the ability to ruthlessly cut the threads in one place and slowly undo them in another.
I finally finished my fleur-de-lys from my on-line Nancy Chong class. She's a great resource for patterns and easy instructions for something that looks complicated. I used a vintage fabric for the center and a more south pacific inspired material for the backing and binding. I love practicing my hand quilting and practice I need, so I have another one waiting for more attention. For the next few weeks I will be off-line while I fabricate more textile stories. Have a wonderful summer with many blessings.
Monday, July 26, 2010
This week my grandmother has faced her mortality without all the usual mechanisms of numbing that most women of ninety six utilize-no medications as her body stayed fit and strong after years of yoga, walking and eating mainly vegetarian food-lots of salads, bran and water for my grandmother. Her mind remains acute and active although now it's only too aware of the process of dying. As we are all fairly ignorant of such a state, I want to call in a Lama to help her regain her equilibrium as she comes to terms with her situation. As I have no Lamas around at the moment, I'll give her my Jewel Tree as it also belongs to her. This tree refers to all my/our ancestors who protect and cherish us as we exist on this plane of beingness. One day, my grandmother will be in my tree too with all her loved ones, safe and serene. May she have many blessings on this journey. I love you Granny and wish that we had far more time together.