My Scrap Quilt, “Who I Are”

 

Tacking “Who I Are”

My studio door is open and the dogs come and go.  Mostly Fate keeps me company inside and Zinnia and Bud spend their time outside.

I’m halfway done tacking my latest quilt.

I’m calling the quilt “Who I Are.” The words come from poet Veronica Hallissey.  In an email, she wrote to me regarding this quilt and her own sense of balance when it comes to quilting. She also wrote…

It has taken, as I tell my sons, almost a hundred years? For me to realize who I ARE?   And I really say that. . . ARE!   Everyone is much more than they appear.”

This quilt, made of so many scraps that come together to present as a whole, yet like an acre of land is so much more that the surface measurement.

When Veronica speaks of using the word “Are” I believe she’s in some part referring to the lifetimes that go into making the one she is living now.  Although all that goes into even one lifetime seems enough to use the word Are. 

Veronica Hallissey has two poetry books and a blog,From An Upper Floor,  that she writes on faithfully. Click here to see Veronica’s blog and books.

Day To Day

We canceled our trip to Bishop Maginn today.  It’s a confusing time for them since the year is coming to an end and school is closing for good.

We’ll go back on June 10th when they’re setting up for the Prom.  Then we’ll be there the next day for the prom. They’ve asked Zinnia to lead the Red Carpet Walk.  We were going to bring the box of jewelry that Helen sent for the girls to wear with their new dresses, but I put it in the mail to Sue instead.

Now I’ll get to work on my quilt and will have time on Thursday to do an art class at The Mansion.

I like to spread my volunteer work out not doing more than once a week so it doesn’t take away from my work. Since Covid, I’ve become more spontaneous. I think that’s one of the good things to come from it.  Change doesn’t rattle me as much and my plan-making is more fluid. I have less expectations and live more day to day.

Living around animals should have taught me that a long time ago.  They seem to know how to live in the moment.  Perhaps being around them and aware of their perception of time helped me grasp this lesson from Covid quicker than I might have.

The Swamp Creature

She went into the swamp as  Zinnia and came out The Swamp Creature.  At one point I thought she was stuck in the mud, but then she circled out and ran back in romping around like it was the most fun she could possibly have.

When she finally did come out of the swamp, she did a little grazing, as Swamp Creatures do, then returned to the path.

By the time we got back home, Zinnia was herself again.  Most of the mud had dried or been washed off in the other small less mucky bodies of water along the way.  I did hose her down before letting her in the house.

Staying Cool

Issachar, Liam, Lori and Socks

The sheep were lined up along the outside of the barn and inside the pole barn this morning, trying to find the best place to stay cool.

The cats barely move from the back porch and the chickens find shade in and around the apple tree.

Jon, Zinnia and Bud spend the hottest part of the day in his office which has an airconditioner.  I keep the curtains closed and the fans going in the rest of the house for me and Fate.  We’re a bit more heat tolerant than they are.

Sitting With The Donkeys

Jon and Lulu

Yesterday Jon pulled up a chair (the one the donkeys often turn over and use to scratch themselves on) in the barnyard to try out his new camera.

Before he could even think to take a picture, Lulu came over to him.   The donkeys love attention and after the cold winter when all of our patience is short,  it’s easy to forget that sitting with the donkeys is a peaceful and nourishing way to spend time.

So yesterday Jon and I decided to be more conscious of spending a little time each day sitting with the animals.

Today we sat under the apple tree with Zinnia and Fate.  The hens quickly joined us and so did the wind.  It rang Ed’s frying pan windchime and got the branches and leaves dancing over our heads.

Counting My Sheep

I always count the sheep when I bring them in from the pasture to make sure they’re all back. This morning it was Liam who didn’t come back with the rest of the sheep, this afternoon it was Lori.

Liam didn’t seem to realize the rest of the sheep were back at the barn.  I moved him along walking behind him with my arms up.  At first he hesitated and tried to get around me.  But then he looked around and saw he was all alone in the pasture.

He called out and some of the sheep back at the barn answered.  That’s when he started running back to the barn.

Healthy sheep do not want to be alone.

While Liam didn’t know he was alone, Lori seemed content to be just on the other side of the gate after the rest of the sheep came through it this afternoon. I closed the gate so the other sheep wouldn’t go back out because I knew Lori wouldn’t want to stay in the pasture if she couldn’t see the other sheep.

After all the rest of the sheep went into the polebarn it didn’t take Lori long to come to the gate.   I opened it just enough so she could run in.

And she did.

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