tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post3897332866198858151..comments2024-03-28T17:33:05.722-04:00Comments on Judy's Journal: enfoldedJudy Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00619951031502775381noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-40722449441495023502016-08-06T10:28:12.287-04:002016-08-06T10:28:12.287-04:00yes, cloth as shelter.yes, cloth as shelter.judehttp://spiritcloth.typepad.com/spirit_cloth/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-25763749715266319202016-08-05T00:36:43.349-04:002016-08-05T00:36:43.349-04:00So evocative, the ways your hands mark time in all...So evocative, the ways your hands mark time in all its contractions and expansions, ebbs and flows. Good to hear that you're beginning to take stairs again. Don't rush it, tho. jeanne hewell-chambershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04968723702291208185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-15915403174323555372016-08-03T18:47:53.759-04:002016-08-03T18:47:53.759-04:00Hello Judy
Just spoke to Julia re next week.
Love ...Hello Judy<br />Just spoke to Julia re next week.<br />Love the bundles, intuitive textile response to place.<br />Cheers Jan.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-68524464900861524972016-08-03T18:44:28.456-04:002016-08-03T18:44:28.456-04:00Oh OK Vicky. What if? Thank you for that.
xoOh OK Vicky. What if? Thank you for that.<br /><br />xoJudy Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00619951031502775381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-60654009035503904292016-08-03T16:48:17.793-04:002016-08-03T16:48:17.793-04:00Judy I didnt' think they were for color...just...Judy I didnt' think they were for color...just a 'what if' thought. What if someone in the future unwraps it? Vicky aka Stichrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02398784887410187456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-57397680304140666552016-08-03T14:53:17.646-04:002016-08-03T14:53:17.646-04:00the news that your leg is healing is good. the bun...the news that your leg is healing is good. the bundles, also good. may it all continue, with new understanding. you always invite me to think, stand out of my own way and think. thank you.Velma Bolyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12446502295849533888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-28843086389386638902016-08-03T11:43:55.232-04:002016-08-03T11:43:55.232-04:00I too am loving the poetry that you are sending me...I too am loving the poetry that you are sending me. Thank you.<br /><br />Vicky, I am not making bundles for colour - rather I am wrapping live pieces of nature as some kind of metaphor. I try not to think about it too much actually - just follow my hands.<br />xoJudy Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00619951031502775381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-24733120610546963192016-08-02T17:21:28.811-04:002016-08-02T17:21:28.811-04:00sweet secret packages ....
(lovely poems by Mary ...sweet secret packages ....<br /><br />(lovely poems by Mary Oliver ;-) ...)Elshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14599607935285683167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-90996218639895147812016-08-02T17:19:39.082-04:002016-08-02T17:19:39.082-04:00You make my heart sing every time. I sent this to...You make my heart sing every time. I sent this to Grace a minute ago, now to you:<br /><br />Sending love from me and from Mary Oliver:<br />Morning Poem<br /><br />Every morning<br />the world<br />is created.<br />Under the orange<br /><br />sticks of the sun<br />the heaped<br />ashes of the night<br />turn into leaves again<br /><br />and fasten themselves to the high branches ---<br />and the ponds appear<br />like black cloth<br />on which are painted islands<br /><br />of summer lilies.<br />If it is your nature<br />to be happy<br />you will swim away along the soft trails<br /><br />for hours, your imagination<br />alighting everywhere.<br />And if your spirit<br />carries within it<br /><br />the thorn<br />that is heavier than lead ---<br />if it's all you can do<br />to keep on trudging ---<br /><br />there is still<br />somewhere deep within you<br />a beast shouting that the earth<br />is exactly what it wanted ---<br /><br />each pond with its blazing lilies<br />is a prayer heard and answered<br />lavishly,<br />every morning,<br /><br />whether or not<br />you have ever dared to be happy,<br />whether or not<br />you have ever dared to pray.Ms.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09479767121319709878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-38401812612613118522016-08-02T16:46:26.302-04:002016-08-02T16:46:26.302-04:00ah yes (((Judy)) a dance with mortality brings the...ah yes (((Judy)) a dance with mortality brings the space to go deep and rediscover what is truly important & you do as Mary Oliver wrote so well<br /><br />The Summer Day<br />Mary Oliver<br /><br />Who made the world? <br />Who made the swan, and the black bear? <br />Who made the grasshopper? <br />This grasshopper, I mean- <br />the one who has flung herself out of the grass, <br />the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,<br /> who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- <br />who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. <br />Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. <br />Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. <br />I don't know exactly what a prayer is. <br />I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down <br />into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,<br /> how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,<br /> which is what I have been doing all day. <br />Tell me, what else should I have done? <br />Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?<br /> Tell me, what is it you plan to do <br />with your one wild and precious life?<br />Mo Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09004208849028911104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23991882.post-67696111906539767592016-08-02T15:16:25.398-04:002016-08-02T15:16:25.398-04:00Do you suppose the clover will leave it's mark...Do you suppose the clover will leave it's mark on the cloth? something that cannot be washed away? Vicky aka Stichrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02398784887410187456noreply@blogger.com