"and i began to think that perhaps god was not a man, but rather an old woman , with particularly capable hands" ...gabrielle roy i like to hear and see what you have to say judy (linda m in bc )
What Ms. said, even if I don't always understand you. :-) My mother died 10 years ago in January. She didn't always 'get' me either, but I could count on her love, regardless. My MIL is gone too (6 1/2 years). Now I am "the" mother in this branch of the family, and I'm not that motherly...but I try harder. Seeing and learning about your work helps.
Jeanne, you are so funny. thank you for the chuckle.
It's important for me to remind myself to be the stable unconditional ground for my adult children. So many things fly at them. I hope they can depend on my solid mother-love. I do think that most of us are just not mothered enough.
I am here too and you speak to me. I am the mother in our family of kids and grand kids. I try hard to be there for them in a positive way. Not always saying the right thing but it is from my heart.
I think women speak to each other in cloth. My mother made a yo-yo quilt for me the year she passed away. She wrote a note on it, when you need me, wrap this quilt around yourself and I will be there.
Cloth is such a conductor of meaning and love. Cloth made or worked by hand transmits the thoughts and intentions of the maker to others through eyes and hands. Stacks of such cloth, like your work in the cabinet, represent the deep commitment and multiple facets of mothering. They speak strongly to me.
Yes, like Raffaella said, maybe not what you've meant to say, but what she receives is deeply felt. That is how I feel. That cupboard image is 'mothering'...so totally. Your work wraps around hearts. And I agree, we all still, always need mothering. As I process the death of my friend's 12 year old son...I know that she, me ...we all need to mother one another and be mothered ourselves. Thank you for all you do and share Judy. Such a beautiful addition to my life :)
oh, yes, you are speaking to us around the world. You are one of the circle of women who contribute to the justification and validation of my own stitch practice. the communication amongst women, those for whom the mothering can at times be overwhelming, this can be a quiet mothering, and even if it is not appreciated now, it may come into its own in the years to come
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I'm one of the many women your language speaks eloquently to.
I am listening with intent.
"and i began to think that perhaps god was not a man, but rather an old woman , with particularly capable hands" ...gabrielle roy
i like to hear and see what you have to say judy (linda m in bc )
What Ms. said, even if I don't always understand you. :-) My mother died 10 years ago in January. She didn't always 'get' me either, but I could count on her love, regardless. My MIL is gone too (6 1/2 years). Now I am "the" mother in this branch of the family, and I'm not that motherly...but I try harder. Seeing and learning about your work helps.
Listening and eager to hear/learn what you have to share.
your voice & hands speak so clear and true straight to the heart
namaste
what a compelling statement - none of us is mothered enough.
I hear you.
Listening deep.
Each time i feel cloth i hear my mothers voice wich makes me happy...........
I understand that language very well.
It is felt deeply.
Absolutely.
well, let me tell you this way: i am fluent in english and southern, charming and cranky, and now i add "plus judy's work."
Jeanne, you are so funny. thank you for the chuckle.
It's important for me to remind myself to be the stable unconditional ground for my adult children. So many things fly at them. I hope they can depend on my solid mother-love. I do think that most of us are just not mothered enough.
I don't now if what I understand is exactly what you are saying, but I assure you that you speak to my soul.
ciao from Italy
I am here too and you speak to me. I am the mother in our family of kids and grand kids. I try hard to be there for them in a positive way. Not always saying the right thing but it is from my heart.
I think women speak to each other in cloth. My mother made a yo-yo quilt for me the year she passed away. She wrote a note on it, when you need me, wrap this quilt around yourself and I will be there.
Cloth is such a conductor of meaning and love. Cloth made or worked by hand transmits the thoughts and intentions of the maker to others through eyes and hands. Stacks of such cloth, like your work in the cabinet, represent the deep commitment and multiple facets of mothering. They speak strongly to me.
Katherine Westphal said
"I don't mean communication in the sense of words, but a communication of being human."
All of you have responded so positively and with intelligence. Thank you very much for stopping here.
xxx
Yes, like Raffaella said, maybe not what you've meant to say, but what she receives is deeply felt. That is how I feel. That cupboard image is 'mothering'...so totally. Your work wraps around hearts. And I agree, we all still, always need mothering. As I process the death of my friend's 12 year old son...I know that she, me ...we all need to mother one another and be mothered ourselves. Thank you for all you do and share Judy. Such a beautiful addition to my life :)
oh, yes, you are speaking to us around the world. You are one of the circle of women who contribute to the justification and validation of my own stitch practice. the communication amongst women, those for whom the mothering can at times be overwhelming, this can be a quiet mothering, and even if it is not appreciated now, it may come into its own in the years to come
my god, your first statement got to me. and what i say is--i miss my mom so much. she's been gone since i was 21, so long--
Indeed, I hear you too.
I'm here too. Another motherless mother listening. Thank you,
Diane
Without even having to speak!
I love to come here and being touched by the way you express yourself in cloth.
A tribute to our lost mother. We both miss her so much. Thank you.
I come just to listen. (and to see, and to be met.) Thank you! XX
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