handstories

A kajillion little things

    "In the Glory of Light"

    I spent this week making so many tiny stitches, hour after hour.  After the previous week of sunshine and open windows, it's turned dark and gray with occasional downpours.

 

    I don't mind.

    "Amidst Joy"

    Quiet uneventful days are a gift.

 

    Still looking at and drawing/painting boats.  This one was from a photo on our friends' boat last summer.

    Blue sent photos from his weekend in the port town of Valparaiso, Chile.

 

    Inspired by song that our community singing group sang. The lyrics are, “I have a million nightingales on the branches of my heart…. Singing, freedom, freedom, freedom.”  An adaptation of a poem written by Mahmoud Darwish-A poet and writer, who was considered the national poet of Palestine.  A beautiful song.  Listen here. 

    If we all had birdsongs in our hearts... can you imagine?

    “Freely”

 

The sea and the sea and the sea...

    A long while away to the Oregon Coast.  With Mom and my two sisters.

    For Mom, who turned eighty.

  

    I thought of Deb and her clouds on this eve.

    There was only a little stitching.  Lots of walking on the beach.

    Even more wave watching.

    Great views and weather.  Better each day and the sunsets more beautiful each night.

    "When She Dreamed"

    I started this piece there but got stuck.  Thought about taking it apart.  Fortunately, decided to deal with it when I got home.  A personal piece to add to the few other faces made a year ago, after last year's ocean trip for Mom. (The others can be found by clicking on the "Her Stories" category below.)

    There was so much to think about on this trip.  Some things were said that surprised and silenced.  It's fascinating how the same and different we all are.  How we hold, hide, or hide from our truths.

    This one is about making our own skies.