Friday, May 22, 2015

IV, III, II, I

 thursday there was so much good news:
my sister claudia macdonald, 
got her masters in school administration degree.
she did it just days before she turns 71! 
my hero.
~~~
and my friend wendy
wrote about textiles and healing
in the on-line hand eye
with lots of captioned photos 
crediting the textile makers, too,
of her healing work with and children.
my first botanical paper and shifu book is there.
~~~
there was other book news in north russell:
this:
collection 
housed in this birch box
is a letterpress book set
and the words
are excerpts from
who just graduated from esf
(another masters degree!)
was interning at the center and helped with
making the cover papers...
she sent me this.
THIS!
she took it to dr kimmerer's office 
also at esf,
and had her sign it for me.
such a treasure,
words, well, they fail me...
the illustrations:
one in each booklet,
are lovely, too.
~~~
here:
fiber raining down
pink maple seeds, too.
circlet of sweetgrass.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

another roadside attraction

in a tiny town with a funny name on the way to work.
that wooden tree cookie is the doorstep,
the portal too small for me.
on the way home from work
 on the highway, 
near the college
 there once was an ugly rock
 that became something
else.
rockbeast.
the beast has acquired its very own cairn.
~~~
in other news, the patient is very well, 
no more doctor's appointments.
hernia well mended.
one more day of class and then memorial day weekend,
four days off. hurrah!
working on the edition.
also hurrah!
the weather here has flown from 80's to 40's
in just a couple days.
rain still needed, though.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

healing and human

there are a couple of people 
who may be able to identify this
 years of fingertips patinaed this wood
over the funky decorative painting
the latch many times repaired
this is what an old house holds: layers of time and lives
and if
i look up
on an ordinary may day
i sometimes see little dances
 or down, the ferny places





 that invite me to ponder
 as do the cool mornings we had last week
as healing progressed
and i didn't work on the book.
 i think
healing and decay
all keep us human
 knowing our place.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

humid and hot saturday

i've been a barely adequate nurse 
for two days.
my dad thought nursing would be a good career for me.
i thought
i'd like to be an artist,
whatever that was.
my partner is healing from a successful hernia operation.
helped by so many good wishes from friends:
my initial made by therese, 
gold on walnut, 
i like that.
and here i am watching gary frost
 using the plough at syracuse university's bird library's conservation lab.
a photo found in the ethers by tim ely!
it's from when my hair was more brown than white.
~~~ 
about the book project:
 the printing is complete, 
we think,
after a really frustrating day
when only one side would print on the big press.
the next day an elf brought over a stack of printed magic.
my happy dance
wrecked my photo.
 the printing was excellent, 
the photography lousy. 
i can only say that all my photos were like this,
i was so excited!
 i harvested slippery elm bark
 as the ferns came along,
they are MUCH bigger now, 
now, when it's 90 out.
ugh!

and here's a little something-
a stationers binding that i saw online 
and didn't save the source.
but i quite like it.
~~~
surfacing here a little bit to say that i am swamped
but fine, sniffling the pollen,
but 
feelin' allright.
nursing with a smile.

Friday, May 1, 2015

may day

ROADBLOCK!
driving home from school there was a singular roadblock
pulled out across both lanes
a team of three with single bottom plow.
by the time i fished out my camera
their young driver had u-turned those large dancing workers
and moved ahead, waiting for me to drive past
he had a huge smile and a wave which i returned, 
and off i went.
the huge energy of these big horses
always has me in awe.
there was this, too:
 hepatica after dyeing
a shock of tomato in the contact print
 the bloodroot down the hill
in a spot new to me
has appeared amidst the stubble of last year.
 tiny stars
 here and gone so quickly. 
 again an evening walk
 and that moon has changed this week
as she always does
 silver weft on cedar warp
 fiddleheads in the evening sun
may day.
i won't be attending the wayzgoose 
at wells college in aurora next saturday
as planned, my 
dear partner has surgery on friday.
so i will be tending to that and to two bird dogs.
but please consider making the trip
supporting wells and the book arts
and finding treasures.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

wisdom

 twined milkweed bast
"The land knows you, even when you are lost."
-Robin Wall Kimmerer

Friday, April 24, 2015

harsh and kind

seems like lately i've been called
to be both
harsh and kind.
kinda weird but pretty normal for me.
i spend my days at school with kids
who are trying to be like their peers
and aren't.
and i spend my other teaching hours
with adults who are so kind 
who appreciate what i bring to them.
and often let me know about it.
it's a lovely contrast, like the spring weather 
that swings from snow to warm sun in a few days
or hours really.
 one of my students from maine
wrote about the workshop
a good report.
she is a gem,
 the kind of person you know you like just by the way they walk
(and wave!) 
in fact all of my students were like that
fine and really attentive.
several have sent words or cards of thanks.
just yesterday i had a card from pru.
thank you all for being there, 
it was wild and busy and messy and wonderful,
and these photos 
(thank you rebecca) 
don't quite do justice to this big and beautiful room.
it is a bright and happy space
at the university of southern maine.
 the ferns are back, 
greenly vivid in the umbers of the woods
where little bits of other greens are appearing, 
coltsfoot and spring beauty and bloodroot
and flowers are falling from trees, 
prelude to leaves.
the book continues 
to keep me busy.
there's still much more press time, 
and then and then and then and then,
does it ever end?
outside there are perils,
 last weekend there were four ticks on me, 
one took a little nibble of my scalp
but was stopped before any damage was done.
i may cut my hair short so i can keep track of these beasts.
in other news
i am now co-administrator of susan byrd's shifu spot on facebook.
i am ruthless and stick to the paper textile rule.
must be my special ed training!
and
my wonderful daughter hannah 
has ramped up wake robin
 several notches 
and given me a few more pages. 
i'm working on learning it.
and
did i say the peepers and the woodcock and the robins amongst all the rest
are entertaining for free?
listen
~

Sunday, April 19, 2015

walking another

this is my north country.
there is still some snow around.
you can see lake ontario on the left, 
and the st. lawrence river emptying out the all great lakes 
on the right is lake champlain
where the white is are the adirondacks
there's a ridge of sorts from below the st lawrence 
running sw to ne. those are my foothills.
 i walked gwen last night.
she doesn't behave like wendy did, 
she is enamored of birds 
as she should be.
i've gotten some treats in the mail lately
 this envelope was filled with goodies, 
but i particularly loved this graphic
enhanced by aimee
the sample of aimee's fused paper to fabric made me chuckle.
 and this packet from beautiful silks arrived.
 lest i get the big head
the macbook won't in any way allow me to upsideright this
but you can read my title there
sideways and roped in with marion-made strings.
(i can add that marion is wonderful, too.)
my very own 
favorite 
goofy 
thingie
with reflection
 until gwen and i returned home
as the sunset.
 last weekend i met in person
the wonderful and witty lee thompson
and forgot to provide a link.
also, i forgot to link todd and sharon pattison.

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