My friend posted a Patty Smith interview on Facebook. The message was quite extraordinarily simple, yet loaded. Life is a roller coaster ride, full of dips and turns, great happiness, equally great sorrow. She speaks about building a good name and making correct choices. And not to worry about the money or the fame. Good stuff, thought provoking.
We all have our own abject poverty – some are literally starving, while others suffer from profound spiritual emptiness. I have so much to be grateful for, but I do have a deep longing for more time in which to create. This is my poverty. The day job is necessary as one has to fuel the car, pay the health insurance premiums, fill the cupboards, etc. But oh how I would love to be able to work from home. To work on the things that I love, the simple things.
I was given a small handmade silk needle case.
It was made with great care and means a lot to me.
I’m going to Connecticut to can with my sister tomorrow. Two old broads – our first time canning. Imagine. We plan to put up dilly beans, mango chutney and pesto. Oh, and the little needle case is for her, my sister. I found the tutorial on Amy’s blog – Nana Company.
This morning the air felt different. Soft, cool, a hint of autumn. Already the apple trees are dropping.
The frog pond is surrounded by the militant passion flower vine – invasive as any weed. Except, and this is the part that saves it, the bloom. Oh, the bloom –