I practice sentences in my mind and they get rejected as too flowery or insincere.
I used to Blog every day. Remember that? or are you new here?
How did I do that? I guess I was driven and full of newbie excitement.
I used to get up and practically run to my sewing room each day. The years change us. Have I become lazy or is it that as I joined local Guilds and Groups I started to be gone more than I was home? Out in the real world, my possible prose left here to rot and wither, untouched and abandoned.
There are so many reasons why but the question really is: will I Blog again?
I try every day to think of something to say.
Snags and Fragments of sentences come to me as I am crocheting or sewing and I still take pictures but the time to come and sit here seems too long to spend.
I guess time is money for me now and I can't afford to waste it. Even as I type this I know I could be using my time differently. I could be finishing something to list on etsy; could be preparing fabric to dye; could be packing up books I sold on Amazon; at least 20 things easily, off the top of my head, I could be doing rather than this.
How about working on this quilt? Yes, I could do that.
But even if I weren't writing this I wouldn't really do that- it is a quilt best left for another day. A wide open with promise and hope kind of day. This afternoon is already cloudy and thunder drums out a tentative beat in the distance as the daily rain rumbles our way.
I haven't been using them as much or baked any pies like this in a good long while.
These pictures are from my Flickr Explore photos- which means someone working at Flickr thought them good enough or interesting enough to be on the Flickr page. It makes me feel good. Blessed. Loved. Proud even.
Flickr started off as a place to store my digital images and soon became a place where I met other artists and connected with people from all over the world.
It was just my 6 year anniversary at Flickr.
My how the time flies. It was my my space my Book Face before there was one. Now Pinterest vies for attention but I still love Flickr and always will.
Without all those digital images I am sure I would soon forget all the things I have made. Taking time to fold paper into flowers was such a peaceful and happy segment of time. I remember taking that picture and then knowing it was good. It captured the zen, the upcycle, the moment.
It's so hot. The glare from the sun is so bright. Don't have any filters for the camera...etc...excuses why but mostly I forget until about Wednesday and then I snap my fingers and say: "damn! missed bench monday again"!
I so loved it- the marking off of the beginning of the week with a ritual like that just made me happy. It isn't possible to work in every week but I feel disappointed that I can't remember to do it at least every once in a while.
The rain has already blown in, fast and furious, moving further west to the beach to blow out over the sea while I wrote this.
Sips of chai tea, pulling words out and dusting them off, trying to figure it out.
What I want to say, maybe is that I still have more to say.
Lots more to make and do and share.
Ideas poor out at night as I lay in bed, soft sheets and smooth quilt above. I hear my husbands breathing become a pattern of soft sounds, he dreams while I think about making something beautiful.
Ideas reach up from the calm, still thought pool below- Stephen King talks about that pool in his book Lisey's Story (I've been reading a lot this summer) and I want to Blog it but there just hasn't been time. Not unless I drop something else. Slot this back in. Try to work up some momentum.
It's just so easy to forget when there is so much social networking now- blogs you love to read- my bookmarks are stuffed and I keep a tutorial board on Pinterest to hold all the places of cool stuff to make- before I would have blogged it here and been spreading the word- now I know that it's easier to just put a link to my pinterest and say check this out!
Look at all that time I just saved! I can go make some yoyo's or pre-wash some fabric or sew something fun to wear! No, really, I will be blogging more. I am not trying to be funny, even though it kind of is...
after I go cut out some sleeves and finish these tops...maybe...sooner rather than later...
maybe it's still cloudy with distant thunder...
never meant to leave you here hanging...
just sort of wandered off the path...
thanks for stopping by and sitting a spell.
joy & peace & love always,
Alienate is such a cold and terrible word but the rain does make the flowers grow!