So much . . .

I didn't take this photo ~ it's a photo from my desk calendar . . . but the image speaks volumes about how things are just now.

"Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life." (John Updike)

We've had so many gray, overcast, misty-moisty days . . .

"For after all, the best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain." (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Last night, for the first time in too many weeks, DH spent time in his workshop . . . this elegant little bowl needs a few more rubbings with oil finish, but it serves as a tangible marker on the journey back from where we've been.

I did some hand piecing last evening while I listened to the first session of my online class . . . there's a vague idea in my head of how this might evolve, but I desperately want and need to allow the stitching to lead me where IT wants to go. Gari used the word muse in her post today . . . and Fiona at Planting Words touched on much of what I'm feeling about my class . . .

There are several new-to-me books waiting beside my chair ~ With Sacred Threads, The Creative Call, Zen Therapy, Finding Your Way Home, The Artist's Way at Work (Riding the Dragon), No Enemies Within, I Will Not Die an Unlived Life, and Spirited Threads ~ among others.

So much to absorb and consider and ponder . . .

Quiltdivajulie
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"It is quite true what Philosophy says: that Life must be understood backwards. But that makes one forget the other saying: that it must be lived forwards. The more one ponders this, the more it comes to mean that life in the temporal existence never becomes quite intelligible, precisely because at no moment can I find complete quiet to take the backward-looking position.” (Soren Kierkegaard)