Time and Place, A New Found Text Piece

This found text piece is supposed to be posted on Wednesday, but it was finished too late last night for me to photograph and post it, so here you have it on Thursday! Normally, Wednesday will be a posting a found text piece....what I was doing on my other blog, Missouri Bend Paper Works, will now happen here.  For the most part, I don't include any commentary, but will just post the piece and the text itself, so you can read it.  Enjoy!

so it goes

time and place

carried somewhere

far away,

a faint 

bluish light

Wednesday Words: A Found Found Poem

I don't know what it is, but all these bits and pieces of things I've made in years past keep jumping out at me. I found this little group of what were going to be book pages...little found text poems made many moons ago.  I have about six of these little pages and now I can't tell, nor can I remember, if they were meant to be read together as one long piece or individually.  So, let's try this one on for size....here's one out the group.

As for those new pieces I showed you on Monday....oh boy....I'm onto something...can't wait to tell you about it Friday and hopefully have something more to show!  Have a great evening...or day...depending on where you are and what time it is!

A Grounding

I realized today that this little embroidery hoop that's been hanging so quietly on the wall of my studio had never been posted in MissouriBendStudio, my etsy shop...don't know how it got missed, but I posted it this afternoon.  Seeing it anew, this afternoon, was a gentle reminder for me...a kind of reining back in, as I've been a bit frantic of late, exploring so many avenues in the studio that I found myself getting frazzled.  I think it's so important to remember that we need to make the work that is inside us...because that's our job...no one else on the planet can make the work that we are called to make.  It's just another way of saying, be true to yourself and not what you think others would have you do and be. It's the way to stay grounded.

This little found text poem on the right is accompanied by cropped circles from photographs my mother took when she was a young woman in the 30's and 40's.  The poem reads:

this time
around still
many questions
but what of golden
spinning bees glistening
in the sunlight
by and by
open the glass door
into a reluctant
farewell