Woven

Woven heart

Riding in the back seat, my two dear friends talking in the front, I chose to listen to music on my phone and just kind of zone out for a while.  Sometimes in the morning I’m not ready for a lot of conversation, and this was my introverted way to cope.

We traveled smoothly along a highway free of snow and ice, passing a few towns, seeing farm land and old barns now and then.  The sun was partly obscured by thin, high clouds, giving everything a creamy white softness, gentle on the eyes.

Many of the sights were familiar because we have been on this same road many times, either in this annual pilgrimage or on our own separate journeys.  Winter had made it all brown and dull, but even in that, it was a beautiful ride.

Passing one old barn yard I noticed the holes in the roof, the broken down fence, the rotting wood siding, and wondered to myself for the hundredth time what it was that drew my attention to those old relics of the past.  I thought of how the man made stuff rots and decays eventually.  

A still, small voice told me that yes, what man creates will be lost, but you, who I love, your soul is eternal and will never go away.  In that fleeting moment I was inspired.  I held those words in my own heart. The music in my head phones continued and we soon reached our destination.

Later that morning, I sat in a room that was quiet except for soothing music in the background, listening to instructions by a dear friend for making a woven heart, hearing and reading about meditative practices.  A place to create, an opportunity to simply be in the moment.

The still, small voice called to me again.  

I have woven you together, 
every cell, every hair, each heart beat.  
Woven, from the first strands of love. 
Delicate fibers spun by my hands,
gathered together in rhythm and cadence, 
each tiny fiber of divine.
This, you. 
From my weaver’s loom, 
draped around this beautiful soul.

My woven paper heart was coming together, and it took a while to pull it into the shape it was intended to be.  A simple bit of creating, but so full of inspiration.  My pencil was busy writing the words that poured forth, words that now covered the outside of a large envelope.    

In the weaving
we are born.
From the shaping and pulling comes our strength.
As we share this fabric
that is our life….
love….
which has no hem….
blankets the lives we touch.

 

What’s On My Worktable Today

Snow is flying outside, shovels and snow blowers are working everywhere, and yes, I could have given you yet another image of this snowstorm.  But no.  We’ve seen enough of that.

On my worktable for several days this little tree has been waiting for color.  It came to me in a nudge this morning just what she needed.  And here is my palette and the new look on this sort of flat sculpture.  The tree is dry wall compound on wood.  She looks really cool with no paint, all white and showing light and shadow, but I could not leave this alone.

So this is my little mess this morning.  I think there will be more creations similar to this in the very near future.

What do you do to feed your creative side?  Do you take an artist date now and then?  Do you create your own kind of art?  What kind of messes do you like to make?  

 

Monday Inspiration

Art for sale

Everything you see on this table is artwork created by young people, some very young, some with special needs, some who are home schooled.  They all participate in activities where they can create through an organization called Awakening Minds Art.  A friend of ours works with them, making home visits, and we provide space for them to meet at our church.  

Saturday evening they had an art auction to raise funds for the coming year, and that is why you see this table full of artwork here.  I had the privilege of taking photos throughout the evening.  If you are on Facebook, you can view their page here and see the many images of the kids as they showed their masterpieces during the auction.  The smiles on their faces will warm your heart!

We spoke to the mom of a little girl who had done a painting and sold it that evening.  Mom talked about how her child has been helped simply by being able to create the artwork.  Just telling you about it here is kind of difficult to relate, because you can’t see the light in mom’s eyes as she spoke about it, nor can you hear the gratitude in her voice.  

Creating. Celebrating. Sharing it with the world. Who knows how many lives will be touched by the art that was shared that evening! 

Happy Monday!

 

 

 

That Birdie is Back!

In October at one of our Artist Dates, we made some colorful pages of water colored paper, which you can view here.  Below are a couple of projects that I made with some of my bits of paper and the sewing machine.

Mixed media, leaves falling
 Leaves falling.
I’m happy to say that Birdie is back!  She reappeared through some of that creativity last week.
Sassy as ever.
Mixed media, Birdie
 She has let it be known that her official name is Birdie.  I think we’ll just go with that!
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