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The peace of wild things

      

                          

    

The peace of wild things

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

the last dark days....

before the  Holydays

( Hollidays )

contradiictions

Warm felt  cloth for cold wheather

Australia suffering from extreme spring pollen storm ( dangerous breath conditions )

blowing in the wind....

blaf

felt

Sjoekie Eleven today....as wild as the first day.......

a nice walk in the dunes where I can be off leash and role freely, no matter if  the pineapple needles

destroy my fine coiffure.....

I am who I am

......sjoekie.......

power of nature

It's difficult to combine the picture with I want to say.

As you can see , this piece of cloth is not finished. It looks a little like mother earth for me, and made me think about what's going on today.

Hurricanes, bombs, climate changes, climate tops, earthquakes, deforestation, mudstreams, refugees, richer than rich......

we want.....but

MOTHER EARTH STRIKES BACK

stargazing

a couple of weeks ago i broke my wrist and had a nasty concussion

in stead of stitching, patching, reading etc....seeing double

i play a little with photoshop

no blue eye but sparkling

from he sweet healing hands of Martine came this happy bee artwork and if i lay it on the sore wrist or head it really soothes the pain

Martine works wonders!

it will take some time to return here so

dagdag

Blaf

mysteries

the picture above needed some changes

result...picture below ????

really changed.....

but that's not what I really want to say

 the  pain in my back and leg      overwhelmes me sometimes, no meditation, yoga position, positive thinking , thinking how many people suffer more severe problems, how good my life is,  can help me and sometimes I feel so helpless, I almost feel panic coming up.

The real acceptance is far away than.

                                                                     

suggestions please.....

kis kis

   

look behind what you see

detail of medine bag that hangs before the angelica

used  ao stomag problems

don't take life too serious...............we will not survive after all

reading quote above made me smile....

reading goes better than walking so i enjoy it

the blue illustration is a feltcloth i made 4 years ago

and today i used photoshop to dye it indigo .....

mom's birthday

       

mam, i miss you but you're part of it all.

i see you in every pink flower and black cat, you loved so much.

now                                                                    

splashing first of july

some fibers, some felting and the result is a little piece of cloth to embroider

21 juni

hide and seek

while I was reading a book named ......if I forget Jeruzalem from Werner Sonne, the line about hiding your problems..made me think....

if I'm sad, really sad, is reading than hiding?

I hope it's more a mindtranslation ( does this word exist? )

it changes my sadness for a moment and I don't think it's hiding...you?

the picture is from a little carding wool and silk noil for making a small felt item

Martine Bos (http://ateliercolore.blogspot.com)

  Zappa

so many books so little time

Martine

so many stitches so little time

                   

Martine

thank you so much for this piece of art you made fore me while i was with my dying mother Ada

the symbols

the stitches

the nearbyness

the love

so many words so little place to explain feelings

mis you mam

Every goodbye is the birth of a memory (s.dali)

trust me