13: Sew What?
1. Did you hear the pin drop? Listen HERE.
2. I sew in black and white, thread that is.
3. Keep the path through needles open / Don’t thread them in the dark / Don’t worry about the knots / They hold the seams together / They tie the worthy bonds / And mark the place to stop – Read in its entirety HERE.
4. If you were told you had six months to live, how would you spend it? I might stop the time-consuming discipline of daily blogging and write letters to each person I love and tell them how I feel and why. I would stop collecting stuff and start giving stuff away. I would hire a house cleaner and eat out more (only in the best restaurants), so I wouldn’t have to spend so time doing daily chores. I would contemplate what it means to be human, travel to places of beauty, and spend more time at the ocean. I might plan my own death rite of passage. I would spend as little time as possible in a hospital and as much time as possible in the presence of those I love. I would kiss my adult sons like they were children again and make Joe play Scrabble with me. – from a 2007 bloggers meme That’s a good question HERE.
5. Grief is like a wound bleeding out. If you close it up too quickly, it’s more prone to infection.
6. I’m not really much of a seamstress, that would be my sister Kathy and her daughter Beth. My sewing comes from the fact that I am petite and not much off-the-rack fits me without hemming, taking things in or moving buttons over and such. My sewing of late has increased and comes from my thrift shop habit. Clothes have piled up everywhere and sorting through them, I see that many need alterations.
7. At five foot and one inch, I’ve hemmed many pants and skirts. Maybe if I was taller, I would have read more of the classics.
8. Always taking in the excess / and shortening the length / stitching childhood together / with famous last words / I don’t make something new / but make do with what is / I sew backwards to go forward / and feel every prick Now I have more alterations / than time left to wear them / than places to go / to be seen…
9. I was laying on a lounge chair at the GREAT OAKS Country Club pool on Monday and a tree was in the way of part of the golf course sign, which made it read “EAT OAKS.”
10. What could be more summer than watermelon, Frisbee and a neighborhood baseball game in the yard? The Score? Everyone won!- More at Now I Know It’s Summer HERE.
11. My craft beer pub “practice” has fallen by the wayside. My new practice is living the pool life. I try to practice for at least an hour every nice day.
12. The thought has to drop / like a pin to the floor / in a bottomless dream / where it stakes its claim / With a prick of interest / that doesn’t draw blood / it won’t wake you up / until morning… Read The Art of Dream Writing in its entirety HERE.
13. Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. – W.S. Merwin from the poem Separation
_________Thirteen Thursday
July 4th, 2019 4:00 am
someone once told me i grieved too much i needed to move on – i’ve always felt grief is your own private thing and for some can go on forever in my case, the size of the grief matches my deep love??
July 4th, 2019 11:53 am
I wonder, if blogging is not something you’d continue if you were given a terminal diagnosis, why do you keep it up then? Because any of us could drop dead in the next minute and the doctors aren’t always right. We should always do what we love and most want to do the best of our abilities all of the time, don’t you think? What do we save the good china for, anyway?
July 4th, 2019 12:05 pm
I’d probably blog my way through it, on second thought. I remember reading Native American poet John Trudeau’s whole Facebook timeline, as he was writing and posting poetry throughout his end days with cancer. I guess I was thinking of all the checking of likes and comments and one reading leads to the next.