june 21 was my son ian’s birthday and the summer solstice danced in and out. iris were blooming, wild blue flags and siberians i planted in the rock ledge garden. i needed to draw one badly and all i could find was a sharpie and a scrap of used paper.
there is always a wood project on this old farmstead/woodland. trees taken that are dying/dead before their firewood rots. elm is good heat but a stinky burn. oh, well. (not to worry, the woodpeckers have abundant trees to dine upon.)
deed done
empty nest, empty eggs
it was more leather-like than hen’s eggs, very tough, but broke in my tunic pocket on the way home.
a mama turtle’s work for naught. but. everybody eats somebody. first time i held a turtle egg. this makes me sad, anyway, but i know the raccoon who did this ate well, even if they’re varmints here.
i am always thinking in terms of fiber and grids as well. this from slu. the phone photo captured all kinds of dancing color, even though it’s not a sharp photo.
the creek is down more than this photo shows now. a trickle is all and rich black mud. i’d like to get to it, but the deer flies are epic. in a bad way.
this book, recommended by sarah swett is powerful reading
as i try to juggle my obligations (including blogging) i find it’s still a hard time to be living in however many months into this we are. i am glad, though, of how it seems that we are reshaping how we think in this strange world, we are beginning to reconsider how racism shapes our country, our world. i’m trying to do some work myself and this book caused me to think deeply, these small narratives are enormous and disturbing. as a white woman in her 60’s i have work to do. i recommend this: robin di’angelo’s talk shook me up as it should have done. i revisit when i have questions.
visible, the top layer that’s on my table are papers from linda at washi arts, my paper with aimee’s rhododendron drawing.
i had great conversations this week, with wendy and aimee and claudia and isis, all women i look to for wisdom, clarity, and love dearly. thank you my sweet friends and sister. i am still finding squarespace difficult for blogging, but honestly it’s an easy excuse for me and if you’ve been reading wake robin all along, or only for a little while, i thank you so much. it’s hard when technology doesn’t serv in the way you think, and your thinking, like mine, still murky and grieving.