MAKING UP FOR TIME...#3

The clouds lifted today. The canyon more visible and rich with color.

Parading it self, showing it's amazing beauty, a new white coat.

Timeless.

Me only making up for time...now, without billions of years to look too, I hated to miss another minute, another day.

I hiked an 8 mile hike today in Sedona, amongst the red rocks and climbing to peaks and overhangs, stretching in the the saddle with the sun shining on my face.

Beautiful and rewarding.

This Grand Canyon still filling my mind, my body and that quiet place inside....

~amy

MAKING UP FOR TIME...#2

I do not like snow. My beautiful blog mate Miss Becky, does not like snow. However, there are times when something magical just happens and you can not deny it's inevitable beauty. I have been at the Grand Canyon after a snow, pretty but, very cold. There was something special happening this weekend as I walked to the rim completely covered in precious white flakes, The soft quiet that comes in it's collection at your feet and amongst the trees. There was excitement and laughter, bundling layers of clothing and wanting too. We walked along the rim for more than an hour and then back again at the end of the day. It never stopped and there was even a small twinge of happiness at the thought of possibly being snowed in for another day. Can you even imagine, snowed in at the Grand Canyon. I crossed my fingers, all rational thought given way to childish pleasures.

~amy

MAKING UP FOR TIME...#1

So this weekend I attended a seminar at the Grand Canyon for Coordinators and Field Guides. My first. There is something very special about the the dedication of these people. Tough and yet many are soft spoken, like they are giving reverence to to their passion of what they do, and they are passionate about it. Many took took risks to be here. Braving a ferocious snow storm, while roads and all major highways were being shut down as they traveled their way to the Grand Canyon.

Sitting there in this nearly 100 year old community building, I realized this was a room full of extraordinary people. Some have written books about this timeless place, there were archaeologists, scientist, geologist, botanists, historians, story tellers and a man who has been leading the mule trains for 30 years. 

I was in that room. Watching a snow storm that seemed to be the most beautiful I had ever seen, listening to the most interesting people I have ever met. Me...sitting there...only yards from the rim of one of the worlds biggest wonders. I am amazed and full.

~amy

This Is Charlie

Meet Charlie

Charlie's creator is a retired City of Prescott employee

named....Charlie

A former neighbor who would walk his dog Sam (short for Samantha) past my home, stop for a chat and be on his way

A soft spoken man

Who feared the unexplored land of retirement

Until he took a leap of faith

and walked away from years of routine, bullshit and doing what he was told

You see underneath Charlies' everyday guy exterior

Is the Soul and talents of an artist

I saw it the first time we met

the artist that is...

He takes metal

and a welder

and 

Creates

The Lovely Lizard in the picture is made from an old file

and discarded scraps

I found it on my steps after work one day

No note

No clue as to whom had left this offering

I knew....

Charlie

All who enter my home must first pass by Charlie

He's my guardian

My soft spoken friend

Who creates 

and creates

and creates

Charlie's retirement was his True Birthday

The day he allowed who he was 

to Be.

Finally....

I cherish his gift.

Thank You Charlie! 

Flake It All!

Snowmen are cute if they're made out of fluffy felt

And as I wake up this morning to the predicted blanket of snow (and it's continuing to fall) I am trying with all my might to convince myself that in a few days it WILL be up to almost 60 degrees

That Spring IS on it's way

That we DO need the moisture to keep the summer's wildfires away

That my infant tulips and daffodils are rejoicing

That "this too shall pass"

But in the meantime the broom and shovel are sitting there waiting for hands to guide them through the chore of clearing the frickin' white stuff off the deck and sidewalk.

Again

 blah, blah, blah, blah.....

I know, there ARE worse things

MUCH worse thing

MUCH, MUCH worse things

Just can't think of 'em right now.....

 

I'll leave the light on for you

I shall follow my blogmates lead today 

and begin this day with a sunset

 

A sacred time

A blessing of sorts

Father Sun tucking us in for the evening

Making way for Mother Moon

If you listen very closely....

you can hear the muffled "whoosh" of Angel's wings

as they brush their brilliance into the darkening sky

 Every "hello"

Every "good-bye"

Every yesterday

Every today

Every tomorrow

Mingles with the sunset

 

 I do believe sunsets are God saying....

"I'll leave the light on for you"

 

 

 

 

 

FIRE...

Some have heard it said that in Arizona the sunsets are brilliant, the most spectacular of all places. I want to say that the skies here are really beyond any tour guided happen stance. Some times they are on fire. Brilliantly. They spark deepness, they make your imagination imagine, things thought impossible. I have stood in watch with amazing wonder of the things that could be, the places out there in the world waiting for my viewing. I have seen islands in the skies, the ocean it's self on fire with the low lying of the sun. Can you imagine that the sun could move, encircle the earth with such passion. Could you imagine the colors, they are truly colors of a western sky. The Amber's, the pinks and salmons against the blue grayness of a western sky. I live here, inside my heart. A paintbrush of thought and mind, inspired by a sun against a mountain desert.

~amy

Block & Roll

The rolling pin came in a cooking set I got from Santa over 50 years ago

I remember standing on a stool so I could reach the counter top and "help" Mom roll out sugar cookies

Playing grown up

Following Mom's lead

Cuz that's what kids do!

The wooden blocks also are remnants of a long-ago childhood

Glued them all together a few years ago

On a whim

Just seemed like the thing to do

 Block & Roll Baby!!

Confession

My Mother is a tiny "slip" of a woman

Always has been

Barely big enough to register on a scale

She's famous for her desserts

Did I mention she's a sugar-a-holic?

She is

Can consume a whole pie in on sitting

She Still weighs 90 pounds soaking wet

I have come to believe she bakes just to send things home with people so they will be fatter then she is

I confess

It works!

(the piece missing was my lunch)

BONDED...

So my daughter has posted this picture of her and her brothers onto her Facebook page. I had to laugh when I saw it amongst many other childhood photos.

So many things about this photo are different now. The brown carpet fad is over, that quilt has been gone a long time, I no longer save newspaper for the fireplace and I am actually a better housekeeper now. These three beauties no longer live in the same household and they are well into their 20's now. Christopher (Christo), my oldest (red shirt) no longer sucks his thumb and has a little less hair now. Nicholas (opposite side) whom you met a few days ago no longer pulls his sister's hair and has grown a goutier. Michael (pookie), my daughter (Facebook poster) has grown up to love her brothers and look to them for advice, a second mother of sorts when it's required. She loves her brothers. They are very close. Though distance is beginning to seep into the spaces between, they all talk often and make plans to see one another. Pep talks and answers to solving the world play out through cell phone lines and Internet lines, airlines. Whatever we did, I guess we did it right. They will always support and care for each other no matter what, I know this, even when we are gone, they will gather. They will always give anything needed to each other, they are family, they are bonded, they are siblings and that counts. I like knowing that, I like knowing it all counted...

~amy

Just Do It!

In 2001 I made a choice that changed my life forever

I became self employed

The Internet opened a virtual door that sparked my imagination

expanded the reach of my skills

and the unthinkable notion that I could work from home

go figure?!

I had NO clue what I was doing  ;-)

10 years later I'm still doin' it!  ;-)

Was it difficult?

A financial roller coaster ride?

Longer work weeks then punchin' a time clock?

Did I have to supplement my income with other part time jobs from time to time?

YES to all the above!

Is it worth it?

Heck YES!

I've written material and provided voice-overs for "virtual" employers via the Internet in Washington DC, Florida, Michigan, New York, Arizona, England and many other locations that I'd have to look up to remember.  

And...a few long-time local clients that are the true life-blood of my business.

Who'd have thunk???

It's been a journey well worth taking

A journey that could abruptly end the moment you decide you can't deal with another change, another lost client or another piece of  equipment that takes a dump when your bank account is at zero.

"Just Do It" becomes your mantra

and you Get "Er Done as best you can

And you keep moving forward

Because you love it

Because you're good at it

Because your "nobody is the boss of me" attitude gets in the way when try to work a "real job" :-)

And at the end of a day when you got up at 5 AM and you finally shut off the computer and recording equipment at 9 PM, and you wonder why you keep doing this...

Someone stops you the next day and says..

"Hey, I called the airport shuttle place in Prescott the other day to book a reservation and your voice was on the phone directory message machine!  It was good to hear your voice!"

Then I think..

Yeah, this is a pretty sweet gig!

 

Fiestaware!

Let's go back to 1996

I was preparing to move to Arizona

Began to dig through a lifetime of "stuff"

Some got sold

More got taken to the thrift stores

But at the top of my list was.....

To toss every piece of ugly melmac and corningware I had ever owned!

Fiestaware!

I wanted Fiestaware!

A different color for every day of the week!

The Speigel catalog was the only place I could find them

I splurged and reveled in my extravagance!!

Viva La Arizona

Here I come Fiestaware and all

Fast forward to 2011

In the years that have stumbled by I've learned that

Some choices are worth the extravagance

Even after all these years.

Life is like a stack of multi-colored Fiestaware

Ya never know what color yer gonna' get

THE BOY...

This is the boy, (my middle son)...AKA Nicholas, you can call him Nick if you are a friend or you work with him, Bonzo if you were around when he was born. Whatever you call him, you might want to include the word "cool" or "generous", maybe "kind" or "loving"; "patience" is a really good one if you happen to be his mother. Sometimes he is different people on different days, today he is "in charge", driving his mom to the Verizon store...to help her out...need I say more?

Thanks Son!

~amy

TAKING PAUSE...

This morning as I headed to the trail head for my run and tug with Ellie, I came up over a small rise that over looks the Willow Lake and Granite Dells area. I see it every day. Every day it is different. This morning I was amazed as I always am; by Mother Nature.

If you look closely you can see the low laying clouds resting in the valley between the beautiful red rock formations.

In person, to see it in movement seemed like a reminder, the absolute drama of civilization verses the universe. We are so small really, she, so much larger, so much wiser, so much older. She knows that we won't always be here, that she always will. Long after we are gone. So she takes care, still nurturing her land, pushing the clouds into valleys hoping someone will take pause and notice...

~Amy

Spirit Shadows

The wall next to my desk holds this..

It's a shadow, or memory box

A sort of mini hanging display case

The letter with the red text is a letter my Great-Great-Great Grandfather wrote to my Great-Grandmother in 1896

The envelope in the upper left corner is the envelope in was in

My Grandma gave this letter to me many years ago

The penmanship is an art in itself with curls and swirls that puts my sloppy handwriting to shame

And red ink!

Hmmm... quite dashing and outgoing for its day

Mailed from G-G-G Grandfather's home in Long Pine, Nebraska

An oasis of pines and trout filled springs surround by a virtual sea of prairie grass and millions of acres of wide open plains.

Mailed to a town in Iowa where my Great Grandmother was either visiting or living, not sure

He writes of chickens, the need for rain, choke cherry pickings and wishes of good health for all who see the letter.

Sharing space with the letter are other pieces and parts of family history

Another letter written by my Grandpa to my Dad & Mom from the hospital in Omaha where he was being treated for his newly diagnosed bone cancer, dated November 1975

We would lose him in August 1976

A decorative pin my Grandma received as a high school graduation gift

A name bracelet that belonged to my Dad

My Mom's wedding ring and a golden basketball that once was strung on a chain and given to her the night she was crowned "Basketball Queen" in high school

My other Grandma's rouge box still half full of a bright red rouge paste

And a picture of an exotic bird she cut off of a baking soda box many, many years ago

A pair of Onyx earrings

A locket with a picture of Dad on 1 side and my little brother Joe on the other

Several broaches

Another envelope....

Nothing anyone would notice

But I hang it close to the space I occupy most, on a daily basis

We are who we are

Because of those who came before us

I take the good that came of that

Hang it behind glass

Release the not so good that came of that

Scatter it to the winds

Spirit lives in my house

In a glass case

Close to me

Everyday

THE BATHROOM...

I am trying desperately to escape the winter drearies. 

So I have decided to look to my favorite place in the house for inspiration...my personal bathroom.

Yep...that's what I said, my bathroom.

I love my quiet time in there. Where else can you get rid of waste and be cleansed, renewed, beautified, calmed with total escape and relaxation and baptize yourself in bubbles? Miss Becky shares this space too with her lovely gifts of joy.

Have you ever taken a hot soak with the light hearted scent of lavender and hydrangea? Miss Becky has and knows my secret addiction to the tub. She shared her secret with me and it is like lying naked in summer, floating amongst the sweet Fields of scented flowers. 

Isn't that the other great thing...being naked!

In addition to all of that she also knows my love of the southwest and the very textual art of it.

This wonderful print hangs where I can see it when I walk in and when I am lying in the tub. Somehow in all the craziness this wonderful pic bring me some hope and reminds of the things I love...reminds me of friends.
~amy

Frog Blog #2

Hi - Ho Kermit The Frog here!

I had to leap off my Lily Pad and respond to BLT's last blog

Now I sympathize with your winter blues, not much of a fan myself being cold blooded and all

... but PleeZE, there are worse things then a bit of cold and snow!

For instance...

Try being green for a day and you'll know what I'm talking about!

It ain't easy!!!!

Green clashes with everything and I don't ever get a decent tan!

  St. Patrick's Day is the only time green is "in"

and even then ... people think I'm a Leprechan

Now if you're a famous Gecko with a English (or is it Australian) accent you can get away with being green

but me .... not so lucky

Snow melts!

Clouds blow away!

Spring WILL arrive!

And you live in Arizona for pete's sake!

How bad can it be?????

Get over yourself!

You could be GREEN!!!!!!!

Enough Already

OK Old Man Winter

I've really had enough!

I know it's still February

But what's with the White Stuff!!??

I heard a Robin Last Week!

Saw 2 Hummingbirds in flight!

My daffodils have sprouted

It just does not seem right!

WINTER PUP...

This is "Ellie".

I have mentioned her before...she is my son's dog.

Though she and I have become friends, good friends.

Somehow she is making me see the world different, well that and the "age" thing...they both have taught me patience.

The winters are hard for me, I am a sunshine everyday kind of woman. The gray, cloudy, sunless and dreary days are sometimes hard to see through.

But then there are these moments, Ellie's innocent excitement over snow. She has no idea that winter is supposed to be awful. I don't want her to know that it is...so I watch her, take snap shots of her youth and smile, excitedly; forgetting that it is snowing...
~amy

Puppy Dog Eyes

How's this for a tug at your heart picture?

This is my Mr. Willy

Who gets anything and everything he wants with this look

Faithful companion

Master snuggler

Beggar Extraordinaire

My dog isn't spoiled...

I'm just well trained!

COMMUNICATION...

Hello? Anybody out there?

Communicating...geez that's a big word! It involves so much more than it used to, we used to just pick up the phone or write a letter and wait excitedly by the mail box. We do still have mail boxes...right?

We are seldom without contact, and when we are in contact we are completely consumed by it. Have you ever left a "status" message on your face book and not gotten a single reply? We FREAK OUT! What the hell! So we post another just to see if anybody is home, actually alive and paying attention to US! Cell phones? Oh my gosh!...God forbid it should be out of service...how will anyone know....how will they find me...what will I do if I can't check my phone every 10 minutes to see if I have a text, a voice message, email, twitter or facebook? There must be someone somewhere who needs to communicated with me in some way.

I must be available 24/7! OMG the Internet just went down! Crap I am starting to hyperventilate! Can't breathe and I am feeling nauseous....

GIVE ME A BREAK!!!

FREEDOM

This is "Norm". 

Named after the "norm" setting on the air conditioner dial.

We have had many adventures together.

Sometimes he insists on taking a break. Damn, that just really gets me bent sometimes. You know what he does...ya, right...he brakes down!

So far he hasn't cost me a lot of money, just a lot of time.

He is solid though, made of metal. Takes a lickin and keeps on tickin. I get really excited when he tells me to kick it into 4 wheel drive!

The best thing about Norm...he brings me freedom. Gets me into all those places I want to go and then some.

He doesn't even mind when we road trip it and I am singing at the top of my lungs to Tom Waits or Keb Mo.

He knows I can't sing but, he likes the road as much as I do and the wind blowin past us.

I knew a woman once, she was in her 90's...she said the hardest and most difficult thing to ever happen to her in her lifetime was when they took her licence and car away...she was 87 when that happened...I hope I am that old and am aware enough to feel the same way.

Buttons

Take those old buttons out of the drawer

String 'em

Hang' em

Now they're Button Decor!!

ARIZONA AMY...

So this is not a photo taken today. Most certainly not! I am in the mountains of Prescott hidden by buildings and trees and wind and clouds and...myself.

But I have chosen this saved photo because of two friends...high school friends. One of which I have reconnected with because of facebook and the other happens to be the father of my oldest son. Yep...we're friends...and I love that.

In a brief message chat Dennis (old boyfriend) through out the name "Arizona Amy", I said I like that and my girlfriend Patty said she liked it too...the three of us together again on the same page, still connected. Living very different lives and scattered across the country, still coming up with nick names, still seeing the persons inside. Not so different, the same teenagers, still rebelling in some, more honest way. It brought me pause but, kept me here. I love my Arizona, there is no other place for me, I love that they are still in my life and they still know who I am...

Interesting tidbit...I am going to listen to an author who is a writer of Arizona, loves this land too. Next week I am at the Grand Canyon for two days listening to a seminar on the key points and info of GC. AZ is such a powerful place! I can hardly wait...

Dawn's Early Light

Decided to begin the day with a blog instead of ending the day with a blog

Got out my trusty old camera and decided to get a snapshot of the dawn

Clouds this morning

No brilliant flash of sun

Peaceful transition from dark to cloud muffled light

Sat down at my computer

Loaded the "quiet" picture

Was ready to post

Then looked up and out the window 

and behold.....

The entire landscape had changed!

From quiet to magnificent

Such is life

From ho-hum

To Yee-Haw!

All in an instant

When you least expect it

Don't forget to look up from the ho-hum of the day

There may be a Yee-Haw waitin' for ya!!!!

Full Circle

Until I moved to the Southwest I had no idea what the image above was.

It's a grinding stone used by the Native Americans called a matate.

The small stone is called a mano, used to crush the grain.

The picture doesn't show it well but the larger stone, matate, is worn in the middle.  

An indention perfectly formed by tens of thousands grinding motions made by the mano while in the hands of most likely a female doing her daily chore of making corn meal to feed a husband, children, father, mother or perhaps for a celebration.

This particular matat and mano is by the front steps of our home and we have many scattered through out the property.  EVERYONE that lives in our tiny mountain community has them scattered here and there in their homes and yards.  

They lie lonely, forgotten, abandoned and most times partially buried in the rock and rubble of  what was once their native home. 

Hundreds have been found here and I'm sure hundreds more are out there. 

A place I now call home.

A place that first was their home.

A simple tool that sustained the lives of thousands.

I touch the stones and can still feel the energies of those who touched them before me.

I believe life travels in circles.

We always end up back where we started.

Much like the stones that ground the corn, that made the meal that fed thousands.

It reminds me to mind my manners.

Respect my elders.

Walk gently.

Speak softly

For the day will come when my circle will be complete

And I want the center to be filled with all things good

So when the person who feels my energy touches the things I have touched

They will smile

And do the same.

ANGELO...

This is my beast...

He has enlightened, frustrated, scared, made me laugh, cry, be inspired, wonder and is a fabulous conversationalist.

Oh yes, we talk and he knows everything. Literally. If you look closely you can see the "know it all" in his green and sometimes gold eyes. He knows most things about most people...and animals. He got smarts. Ya know...

He has more than once found himself in compromising positions. He never speaks of them but, has gratefully come running home after a few days of independence. Not one complaint or attention getting "meow"; he knows who fills his bowl, who loves him anyway. Even after coming home smelling of perfume, alcohol and cigarettes. I just say "thank you for coming home", hug him, kiss his furry face and tell him "you stink". Men have come and gone (think what you want) but, this crazy being has stuck around for eleven years. Watched our children grow and move out, shared holidays, celebrations, moves, end of relationships (you know how that goes) and even deaths. He is my buddy, my big fuzzy babino. We both give, we both take. He greets me at the door, I let him in. 

When I brought him home it was under a very simple agreement...he only had to do two things...clean the cat box and make coffee in the morning, I thought it was a very fair exchange. He still looks at me like I am crazy to think such things could happen and says "NO". I roll my eyes and fill his bowls.

After all these years...guess I will just stick with it, it works. Guess we got this thing goin on and I like it...

Valentine's day...hmmmm

Admittedly I really struggled with this whole Valentine's day stuff. One would think this would be easy whether you have a Bo or children, maybe loyal and loving pets, but there just was nothing until...a friend gave me some chocolates. Now even though I love all of the above and they have each given me great joy and there is no "Bo" at this time (blah) to share some romantic "whatever" (you can fill in the blank here), I realized there is always chocolate. The one good ole stand by that gets us through everything...so tonight my friends I dedicate St. Valentine's Day to chocolate.

Chocolate...I LOVE YOU!!!

High Five Mother Nature

A spring teaser day

Mid afternoon

60 degrees

Yummy

Sun

Warmth

Bulbs rejoice

Hallelujah handshake

More!  More!  More!

Lifeline

An unplanned trip to meet up with a Harley-Ridin Texan Soul Sister took us once again off our mountain and into the Arizona desert today.

Between the never-never land of Bumble Bee and Cordes a beacon stands.

A turning, churning, pumping lifeline

Ancient and worn

Feeding two equally ancient and worn tanks

A water buffet!

So cold it makes your teeth hurt to dip your hands under the surface

So clear that every morsel of brilliant green "plant things" that grow on the bottom of the stock tanks gently wave "hi" as you peer into the depths of the peaceful pool of  freshly pumped spring water

(Note here... as a Nebraska farm girl we called these "plant things" seaweed.  obviously not the correct name but HEY, it was as close to seaweed as we ever thought we'd come!)

I'll add that since this was desert the temp was in the 70s, it was dusty and we'd been bumping along on a dirt road for the best part of 2 1/2 hours on this fine day, so to pull off the road and indulge in a few nostolgic windmill moments was a more then welcome treat.

Who could have resisted touching the cold fresh water that slowly dripped out of the overflowing tank?  

Not ME!

AND the "rudder" of the windmill declared the manufacturer was from Beatrice, Nebraska.

Hmmmm .....

Home always finds you.........

I belong to a poetry performance and writing group called the "MAD Women Poets", a group that has been around now for quite some time. There are many of us now and it is always a joy when we can all come together. Today three of us performed each of our individual pieces, all about "love". We are certainly three peas in a pod and I find this particular pod to be of the sweetest and most pleasing flavor. We all agree. Mary Bragg to the left of me is one of the founders and certainly a dear and inspiring woman and friend. A true, constant friend who I swear saved my life once. To my right is Grace Deer, whom has been reading with us now for quite a while, she is a beautiful mix of Native American heritage and the sweet gritty clay of this Arizona land we all call home. They are both fabulous writers with deep insight to both passion and compassion. I love them dearly. We have well merged spirits, our webs connecting and I thank them for being in my life.

Just Another Day In The Bradshaw Mountains

A Marvelous Day To Start Up The Jeep & go 4-WHEELIN'!

OK, so what do you get your favorite guy for his birthday?

Well, first you gather all the ingredients..........

an '84 CJ-7 built like a tank and ready to roll

2 awesome friends from Alaska with a hefty Army surplus Chevy Blazer

3 very spoiled dogs

Let's throw in a 60 degree not-a-cloud-in-the-sky day

No wind ... BONUS!!

Combine all the above & add to...

30 miles of wild wicked rocky mountain roads

Through cactus and brush

Mountain streams and forest shade

Ditch snow for the dogs to roll in

Brake for burgers and fries in a small mom n' pop cafe

Watch the sun fade away as skies turn pink 

As a most excellent day fades to a most excellent night

Home now

Boots off - Feet up

Fire's burnin'

Happy Birthday David! 

                                                                 This is a photo of LOVE...

                                         Well I  had no choice but, to add two photos. Seriously!
                                         Homemade bread kneaded and baked by friendly LOVING hands.
                                         As seen in the first photo...
                                        The second photo is true devotion to such LOVE.
                                        As I am about to dedicate myself, whole HEARTILY...
                                        To completely devouring every morsel, completely...
                                        ...with all my LOVE! 
                                                                               
                                       

 DREAMER

 There are those of us who dare to dream

Those of us  who dream and remember
Some dream and wonder of meaning
Some dare to push forward and make it so
Because of those who create the dream
There are those who are inspired and compelled
I knew a man once, who dare to create his dream
Each one, one at a time, failing and refocusing on the creation
He dreamed of love and marriage, of unity
He dreamed of having children and passing on his inspirations
He dreamed of being the artist he knew existed in him
He dreamed of building a gallery that would hold a lifetime of admiration
He dreamed for others, that they would share in his good fortune
He dreams still, of the things he will do next, beyond our comprehension
Tonight I salute him, my friend, builder of dreams, for never hesitating
And I wonder if he saw the dream of himself that I did…

A quote from a book of short stories I’m reading

(Navajo boy)

“My mother works her rugs the old way.

She knows to keep her designs open so not to weave her Spirit in.”

From “Tight Places” by Ruth I. Kern

Women Writers of the Southwest - Walking the Twilight

 I tried for an hour to write something wise and meaningful to compliment this quote.

Nothing seemed to fit

 Then it came to me

It’s already complete

Adding to it would only weave the thought together too closely

And that would defeat the whole purpose wouldn’t it?