fourty four

faint afternoon shadows appear in the quiet of autumn

a dried twig finds its way into the shot once again

perseverance defined in cloth pebble . twine

steadfast . continue with purpose

well suited for this day


for times when edges feel frayed

moments are moody

a morning gift

... humming this today

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,

'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come 'round right."

imperfect stone combined with perfect prose ... simple

sharing with Emily this day

for ever

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listening to whispers on the wind . . .

become ever resourceful

remain ever reflective

continue ever reaching

stay ever amazed

fourty three

with bright vintage cloth . in the folds of a frayed wing

at times riding in circles . often with arms clasped ... felt in the softness of snow

abundance is ...

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[ this is week 43 of a year long every friday project
the complete collection is found at a link under my blog header ]

patina pause

I embrace copper tones of life that is now

art and sun through the branches

bridges reaching the sky

morning shadows on a string of sage birds

stones that fit together under the rusted angles of autumn

fourty two

in the weary grip of blogger burn out I embrace creative moments at an old wooden table

finding gratitude in vintage brown cloth with flowers in shades of autumn hope

snips of left over twine ... fashioned into yet another quirky wing

there lies a reminder to stay devoted

inspired always by the creative energies of

poetic friends . a home within us

far away pine forest of shared beauty

I will use these four weeks to create simple birds

from raveling vintage cloth . long tucked away in a cardboard box

thankful for November and its reminder that devotion is an act of the heart

octobers end

in your own space it feels strange

after a long time away . reaching and twisting

bowed to the winds of life . holding on by a thread

feeling a bit different

than the other "plants" in the garden theses days

yet still delight in unique way we bloom

fourty one early

among curved blooms . torn words . frayed wing . a cloth heart . tiny stitches

one wish remains . moments overflowing with your version of an artistic life

at times torn and frayed . often stitched and blooming . both still and active





the "stars going round in my head " in the text above define this season for me

no links this week as I post early . marveling at the beauty of your spaces

yet now gently taking an internet break . time away to touch the stars

if only just a moment . be well friends . blessings always

in the clouds

beyond the tree branches . be they full or barren

beyond the back roads . stretched between fence and big sky

clouds are closer than they appear . that makes me so happy

fourty

textured straw and paper tugs at my heart as the pocket watch ticks

find time to wonder . even an hour . its golden to remain

thankful . enchanted . mindful


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[ this is week 40 of a year long every friday project
the complete collection is found at a link under my blog header ]