What I’m Working On…. A Video

April 23rd, 2018

Minnie, Flo and Rapunzel Chair

April 23rd, 2018

Minnie was snoozing under the shade of my Rapunzel Chair with Flo in the seat, until I tried to take a picture.  Then she came running out to see me, meowing.  Minnie always has a lot to say.  I just wish I could understand her better.

Good Monday Morning From Bedlam Farm 4/23/18

April 23rd, 2018

The Lone Goose

April 22nd, 2018

Biddy and the Goose

The goose was walking around the pasture as if it belonged there.  The sheep and donkeys seem to accept her.  Red and Fate acted as if she wasn’t there.

The first time I saw her I thought  of how you never see a goose alone this time of year.  I thought of how Canada Geese mate for life.

I remembered the pair of geese and the babies that we’d see marching around the pasture last spring.

How sad I thought, her mate must have died.  Now she’s come  back to the same place to make a nest and raise her chicks, but her mate isn’t here.   I watched feeling sadder and sadder as she seemed to be searching the pasture for her mate.

The next day the goose was in the small pond in the back pasture.

Am I that much of a romantic I wondered, or was I being a realist?

Why did I immediately embrace the story that was the saddest, the most dramatic.  The poor goose pining away for her lost lover.

I watched the goose circle the pond.  I had no idea if is was a male or female.  I actually know little about Canada Geese other than what I’ve witnessed and that someone once told me they mate for life.  For all I know that may not even be true.

So if I’m going to make up a story about this goose, why not make up a happy story.

Maybe this is a male goose and it’s mate is sitting on her eggs, her nest hidden somewhere in the marsh, and he’s patrolling the area, protecting them.

This morning, when I went out to feed the animals, the goose was sitting under the apple tree.

Yesterday’s story no longer made sense.  Why would the goose be so far away from the wetlands if he was protecting the nest.

So, I made up another story.

What if the goose’s mate had died and she was alone. Maybe she came back to the place they had raised their chicks, because that’s what geese do.  And maybe she missed her mate, but had found that she didn’t mind being alone.  She actually enjoyed it.  She didn’t really want to have more chicks and she liked to be able to contemplate nature this time of year.  She liked swimming around the pond and getting to know, at a distance,  the sheep and donkeys.  At the end of summer she joined the flock, once again, and flew south for the winter.

I thought about reading up on Canada Geese and trying to learn the truth about them.  But I don’t want to do that, not yet.  I kind of like the story I’ve come up with. For now, it makes me feel good when I think of the lone goose.

And if that changes, I can always come up with another story.

Either way, it doesn’t  matter to the goose what story I choose to tell myself.  The goose isn’t wandering the moors, under the full moon, longing for her lover.  Or, happy to finally have some time to herself.  Those stories say more about me than they do the goose.

I don’t know what the goose is or isn’t feeling.  I do believe the goose is being a goose. Following his or her instincts and doing what geese do.

 

Socrates II Navigating A Leaf

April 22nd, 2018

The snails are eating the algae off the leaves in the fish tank.

You can see the pattern their teeth make in the algae.  Small staccato lines of brown and green.

This morning I watched Socrates II make his way from under the leaf to the top of it.  At first he seems just a soft, slow-moving mass of snail.  But slowly, you start to see his antenna, then his tiny eyes, the second pair of antenna, and his breathing tube to the right.

Last his shell appears in all it’s glory.

He uses his long antenna to feel his way around and his shorter ones is what he uses to smell with.  These  the his strongest senses, snail don’t have very good eye sight.

One of the  Goldfish bit off Socrates II’s antennas, no doubt thinking they were food.  But you can see how they’ve grown back.  Once again he waves them around, with the elegance of a dancer.

If you look closely, you can see Socrates II’s mouth working as he eats the algae from the top of the leaf.

Susan and The “Gus” Quilt

April 22nd, 2018

Susan and Gus quilt

My friend Susan bought the Gus quilt.

She’s in Jon’s writing class and picked it up on Saturday.  Susan was so happy to have the quilt (and I’m  happy she has it) I got this picture of her giving it a big hug.  I love seeing the joy on her face.

Once Susan got home she enticed her dog Sally (Sally is not allowed on the bed) to pose for a picture on the quilt.

The Vibrant Energy Of Gus

April 20th, 2018

This quilt came together quickly once I started it.  So quick, I didn’t even take pictures of it.  I was that absorbed by the process.

I made it from the two patchwork squares that I was working on (along with the one I made the Gus quilt from) just before and after Gus died.

When I look at it now I think of something my Julz, my Bellydancing teacher  said  “I see Gus’ energy as very fast swirling circles in many different colors” .

This quilt is more about that vibrant energy of Gus  than his earthly presence.

Socrates II Gets Around

April 20th, 2018

Socrates II moves around the fish tank in many different ways.

One way he gets from one place to another, and pretty quickly too, is by dropping from a high place in the tank to the bottom of the tank.   He’ll slowly make his way up the wall of the tank or to the tip of a leaf then pull himself into his shell and fall.

In this video, Socrates II quickly gets to the hunk of wood on the bottom of the tank that is loaded with lots of good algae to eat, by dropping himself from the edge of a leaf.

Dancing In The Flow

April 19th, 2018

Dancing in the Flow is an hour straight of Belly Dancing.

There are a few minute or two breaks  have a drink with no talking.  This is something that happens a few times a year in my Bellydancing class.

I could see the difference between tonight and the last time I did Dancing in the Flow.  I knew many of the moves this time, and was able to follow along more easily.  I’m not saying I did them all right, just that I recognized them.

Also, there were moments when I found myself dancing unselfconsciously.

Usually I’m concentrating so hard on watching the lead dancer, I’m dancing more in my head than in my body.  But every once in a while, I trusted my body to lead the way.  It was in those moments, that I felt I was really dancing and not just trying to dance.

I knew Julz and Kathleen, my teachers would be dressed up for Dancing in the Flow so I thought it would be a good time for Jon to come and take pictures to help promote the Spice Routes Bellydancing Concert on May 19th.

(You can see some of the pictures Jon took here and here)

Jon and I showed up fifteen minutes before class started and Julz and Kathleen danced while Jon took some pictures.   I love to watch them dance and I stood watching them for some time before I thought to take a video.

If you’re in the area on Saturday May 19th, the Dance Concert will be from 7-9pm at the Masonic Hall in  Bennington Vermont.  There will be bellydancers there from all over the region.   Tickets are just $10 and the concert benefits Bennington Meals on Wheels.  For more information you can call (802)442-8012 or you can email me here at [email protected].

“Goddess In A Boat” Note Cards

April 19th, 2018

Goddess in the Boat

My Etsy Shop has got me thinking of new ways to reproduce and sell my art.

I like the idea of postcards and notecards so today I’m having some 5×7 note cards made up from my wall hanging “Goddess in a Boat“.

I’m thinking that over time, I’ll make up more cards and eventually sell them in packs of four or five.  I’ll also sell them individually.

Goddess in a  Boat will be my first one.  I’ll let you know when I have it for sale.