embroidered with flowers and grasses and trees

It was dry while we were away, then rained the day we returned.

Agnes Martin said: 'when your eyes are open you see beauty in anything'
I see beauty in the poplar suckers in the lawn, and in the tangled flower beds

 fairy trees all over

I have experienced beauty before
in nature, in love, in art.

Something unexpected, like returning home to this fairy land,
recalls the inner happiness of those experiences,
those inner perfect moments as Agnes Martin would call them.

I am overwhelmed by some perfect remembered beauty
triggered by this greenness all around me.

I had a wonderful road trip with Ned.
I truly connected with people, deep conversations, lots of small talk.
Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Quebec

my journal entry july 16:
'you should read your own blog and remind yourself about what you think'
 Penny told me last night

I was nearly normal for almost a month

Now back home, I am beginning to feel inspired again
I read a Mary Gaitskill novel
I listen to the National, loving the lyrics

It is hard for me to be close to people and to hear my heart at the same time.
I create ways to keep them at a distance.  mary gaitskill

I took a photo of myself in the clover to show how it is taller than me

standing like a mountain
standing at a door
in the centre, yet on the edge

I walk through the green lushness
and am reminded to stay empty

the future is a blank page

more images of this embroidery here

let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished
Mary Oliver