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Eddur Norse prose, poems:
legends, heroes, heroines
thirteenth century.
earth around the sun?
Is that the order you see?
Or you in center?
Today the wee cat
woke me with her short whiskers,
her cool nose to mine.
How can I travel
in the world to know fully
what is my place here?
“If I were the queen…”
handily five syllables,
let haiku commence!
The Edge of Night
how dares the sky
to don so many colors:
the peachy grey,
the barest turquoise,
fluorescent orange,
the slate clouds
coated with purple.
Overhead it is a strong
and sky-like blue.
But there, where the sun
fights to stay
above the horizon,
the sky is roiled and
every color but any blue,
the incandescent edges
no color but light
turning the eye away
from its purpose.
the shadowed and splattered
banks of clouds
push back the rays
and squash the sun
down, further down
below the western edge
of the world
until the blackness
overcomes it and
it falls at last
into the night.
2 July 2012
Started working on the bottom section of my quilt last night – I think there’s probably seven seams to finish up before I can start ironing and sew the four sections together. Good times.
We all have them. Things that might have been just an unconscious tick or which might have indeed had a good reason at the time we first did them. Over time the reason has been lost in the mists but we endeavor on, keeping the tradition or the technique in place.
As I’ve been sewing rows together for this quilt I’ve been wondering about something I do. Each row, I pin diagonally across the seams for the first seven or so seams. After that I match up the seams just before I come to them and use a finger to keep them together until the moving needle joins them with thread.
So I’ve been pondering this. Wondering how long I’ve been doing it and what would happen if I didn’t pin that first bunch of seams. Maybe nothing. Don’t know.
This is not the time to figure out the answer to that, comes the answer. Maybe next time.
The best way out is always through.
