Neil Gaiman......."face life, its pleasure, its pain, leave no path untaken"

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healing stitches

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 Neil Gaiman's quote came to my attention and touched me by


Mo Crow said...

(((Yvette))) there is a wonderful you tube clip by Neil Gaiman addresssing the graduating class of 2012 that gives me heart to keep going... & "make good art"
here's the link

http://vimeo.com/4237267

 

you don't make felt..........felt makes you!

Noud
13 maart
2006

..................................translation follows...............

De laatste tijd zit ik wat in de penarie. Het gevolg daarvan  vind ik heel moeilijk, we hebben steeds maar ruzie, mijn lieffie en ik.

De oorzaak is velerlei , de dood van Tovke mijn hond, het manisch depressief zijn waarvan de twee uitingen wel dwars door elkaar te lijken lopen, het jaargetijde (  last van vallende of ontluikende blaadjes schijnt ook bij de ziekte te horen), het immense verdriet van een vriendin, de angst voor mijn moeders angst (Alzheimer gaat met hallucinaties gepaard en die van mijn moeder zijn heel akelig en betreffen vaak mij en mijn zelfmoord pogingen in het verleden), het tijdstip van de dood van Noud, mijn eerste man, de zoveelste ingreep aan mijn kapotte rug die geen baat geeft, pijn pijn pijn, het nutteloos, machteloos, overbodig voelen en het meest.....me schuldig voelen.

Eigenlijk kan ik wel zeggen dat dat het moeilijkste voor mijn omgeving is. Lieffie hoeft maar iets te zeggen en ik voel het als terechtwijzing, voel ik me schuldig dat ik dat veroorzaakt heb, voel ik me schuldig dat ik er überhaupt ben. Liet ik nu maar gewoon alles over me heengaan maar ik word boos en bozer, verdrietig, boos, verdrietig, geïrriteerd, verdrietig en raak tenslotte volledig de weg kwijt .

Gisteren was mijn byzondere, heel byzonder lieve vriendin bij mij om een film te kijken en ze zag een ruzie ontstaan.

Wat ik mijn lieffie nooit hoor zeggen (hij doet het wel maar anders en door de boosheid komt het toch niet aan) zei mijn vriendin wel.............................Yvette, wees nou eens overtuigd dat je een lieve, mooie, goede, grappige, wijze vrouw bent. Je kan het niet voelen want het komt niet aan, op de een of andere manier heb je nooit geleerd dat je er ook mag zijn, dat je er bent en er wat toe doet. Misschien moet je elke dag een engelenkaartje trekken.....(mijn vriendin die echt heel heel erg allergisch is van al dat zweverige....we kregen allemaal de slappe lach....zij die het over engelenkaartjes had...)

Nou ga dan weer je blog schrijven en maak er iets moois van, iets waar je blij van wordt, iets waar je weer wat positiever van wordt.

Lieffie....ik ga je vertrouwen zodat heel heel misschien ik ook op mezelf kan gaan vertrouwen, ik ga luisteren naar wat ik goed doe en weer mooie dingen opzoeken om mooie logjes te schrijven en dan zal ik accepteren dat ik stomme dingen doe en dat daar best iets over gezegd mag worden zonder dat ik er niet meer wil zijn.

sssssssssjjjjjjjjjttttttt

            

in silence, under my soft merino and silk felted cloth, i try to heal from last weeks

it takes a ruïne to find treasures isn't it? 

AUGUSTINUS

Since love grows within, so beauty grows.

for love is the beauty of the soul

the pile of cloth made with love doesn't grow

yet the love grows because little pieces are defined

I try to isolate the pain from my whole life

but sometimes life is so complicated that the power for isolating is poor

webbies....look for love

what who when it shines on

beauty whitin grows!

don't you think?

youyouyouyouyou

friendship

accept me as I am

even if I want space

space to cry 

alone

lets honour each other's needs

you

my friend

Happy New Year

agossie

dear Blaf had an accident
she had an opration and now  long long revalidation period

heavy because she's such a  " wildebras " ( a dog with untameless energy )

Simplicity of life comes with inner richness

Stitches as stars, if I make them I feel a inimini sparkel of lightness

I need it so so much

so I know what to do......

making stitches

making stars

making twinkels

making cloth

20 steps to the shortest day
my own steps
my own road to joy
though
i can't feel it just yet
my way how to take my steps
for all of you...
happy feet

where?

after looking everywhere and nowhere

walking with unknown destination

feeling lost

listening to a meditation

there it was............

I EMBRACE THE TEACHER WITHIN

nothing disappears forever........ only changes and renews

baggie to put in the tears

community garden

always a big surprise when a "webbie" does a post for you
this time such a lovely post from Fresca and what really ment a lot to me was the term

community garden

does it mean.............we all are flowers from the www united in a big beautiful garden? 
for me YES 

so thanks  Fresca and thanks all you fellow flowers for everything ( you know what)


From the community garden,
for Feathers from Heaven, whose wonderful dog Tovke recently passed away...

  

LOVE

Love,

gift from heaven of nature, shows you what's important

DO NOT ADD

Bijschrift toevoegen

 the spirit cloth  classes from Jude hill are  not only about cloth and stitches. It became a way of thinking and communicating further than I can imagine  ...... a ragmate  named Grace wrote,  a couple of days back, about Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj and especially about .....DO NOT ADD ......from his book I Am That.

  it seems so simple  but ...but...but.....she knows how to pick just that  and my dilemma has words. I hope this is kind of English or at least understandable.

 Do not add.....

 ...use what you have, or even more important for me.....use what you know, use what abilities you have, be who you are..... 

 All those beautiful works in  class made me so restless, eager, want to do too, my stitches are not regular, not special, my work should be felt, that's boring, I must finish something, when can I sell my work,  my posts are seldom, etcetc....and I'm not the only one thinking that way. These insights about numerous other things (Alzheimer, death, art that heals children, animals, love, loneliness, beauty and don't forget hands...hands that work and grow older, rheumatic curved fingers that heal, care ,strike and milk (Grace) are part of the circle that grows around Jude.

Not just stitches and cloth

spiritcloth

 

 

 

mirrors should think for a while before they reflect

 

 

thank you all for all the lovely thoughts about Tovke!

we miss you so so much

TOVKE

TOVKE

you are so sick

my sweetie

what to hope

I don't know

I love you so so much

YOGANANDA

 

let my soul smile through my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts

see the little gnome?
smile?
ok!

sad for me is, that the pain that went away after the operation, is back again.
I overdid my capacities
in October a new operation

The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.

update

summertime and an intensive, difficult time in my life made me decide to pause blogging.

a happy summer for all of you!!!

Nancy from http://pomegranatetrail.blogspot.com

Being in the spotlight is scary.  I ask myself why do you blog if you don't like the spotlight? Well....I love making felt since the very first day I laid eyes on it in 1989. The beginning of a passion that gave me so much but was brutally interrupted, but that's for later, a next post.

felted bracelet

I started taking on line classes from Jude Hill because patchwork was another big love that started in my teens....and as an early recycler or sentimental being I used my granddads pyjama's, my brothers blouses as well as my grandma's favourite dress, the clothes from my early sweethearts have a part in my first quilts too..imagine?
Jude makes spirit cloth, so beautiful so free. I think she's one of my favourite artists ever (really she's like Chagall for me)
At the classes I met new blogfriends aka ragmates, start following their blogs and now...JOEPIE.....
ragmate Nancy
celebrates 2 years blogging with a give away and I'm the lucky one......
to be continued......................................................................................................................................

bevrijdingsdag.....5 mei...VE-day

FREE
FREE?
you and me?
don't think so
............................
 






Yak boots with lots of memories

If you had no memory of yesterday, no memory at all of any kind, would you think?
Thinking is possible through memories
Nobody thinks the same
Nobody is the same
Nobody should be condemned




Als je geen herinnering had van gisteren,
totaal geen herinnering van welke vorm dan ook,
zou je dan denken?
Herinneringen maken denken mogelijk
Geen mens denkt hetzelfde
Geen mens is hetzelfde
Geen mens past een oordeel..........

life is never easy for those who dream

life is never easy for those who dream

a difficult sentence according to my friends
but..

if you see your life as if there are only nice people, they only want the best for you as you want the best for them and taking care for them  as good as you can, then if you are confronted with the reality it's a rough touchdown

it happened but I can see reality better now

a couple of pictures before and after renovation
my mother, Ada, on both.

we are home ........happy white easter

13 maart 2006

Seven years ago you asked me to make you a felt cloth to take with you after you died. 

When it was ready I gave it to you and you said.....so beautiful and just in time, can you call the ambulance now?

A couple of hours later you died

march, mist, missing

29 march we are going home. everything in the house looks like the picture left...covered in dust

miss you all

silkcap, dyed and felted with black merino wool

how nice to look  at seagulls doing things you can't

you don't have to try to be the same

you just amaze yourself about it

we have to stay here a month longer
so no internet
but seagulls

foetsjie

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods.
 There is rapture on the lonely shore.
 There is society, where none intrudes.
 By the deep sea and music in its roar.
 I love not man the less, but Nature more."

Lord Byron

 

 

Saturday I'll move to a vacation house in Zandvoort aan Zee because a big renovation of my house will start. The builder, Norman, doesn't want  the doggies and me around so I'm off.

No internet but 5 minutes from sea.

see you later

I'm foetsjie (away)