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Saturday, October 10, 2015

Talk About Slow

AKA: All In Good Time

Well if you jump in my time machine and travel back a little more 
than two years down the trail to here
...you'll see at the very end of the post a little chap all packed and ready to go. 

You'll see Mr. PR.

Mr. PR

 Look at that face!  In true Nancy fashion, things around here move at a s-l-o-w pace.  But, I've got to tell you all that Mr. PR has not minded one bit.  He has spent his days packing and unpacking his suitcase, visiting "The Girls" (my neighbors chickens) in the back 40,  and listening the pleas, rants and ideas of The Gang.

It turns out many of them want to travel with him.
Dutch Boy has said repeatedly that he is tall and strong and could help carry his bag and help with the little ones.  He reminds Mr. PR about the time he held back all of the water in the dike!!!  He says that surely he could be put to good use on this trip and in this new community.  I smile when they have these conversations as Dutch Boy is usually so quiet and looks to be so shy.  Yet, he is a confident young man nonetheless and he speaks proudly of what he has done and what he feels he could contribute.  He reminds Mr. PR that when he held back the water, he was at first working all alone.  He worked alone until it was almost unbearable and he thought he would fail.  But, then others saw him and came to help too.  He insists it was his quiet steadfastness that drew the others in and in the end, saved the whole community as they all worked together.

It turns out that Mr. PR is a good listener.  He not only wallows in the dusty dirt out back, but he wallows in the feelings of others.  He heard Dutch Boy, reflected on what he said and decided he had presented a truthful case.  
Dutch Boy is now anxiously awaiting the journey.

Mr. PR and Dutch Boy fooling around.  Silly guys!
 Meanwhile, the Twins and their Big Baby Sister all listened to this conversation as they rested in their spots.  You see, all three have been very young for many years.  For a long while now, the three of them have not been feeling as well as one would think they would.
I mean, look at these girls (yes, you are right the are not identical twins, although sometimes they can fool people!)

The Twins
They are so adorable and look so healthy within their little bodies.
But, alas...sometimes looks can be deceiving.  All of these years later and wellness fades.
Over here, we love them and Big Baby Sister just the same.  They have shown us all that each one of us has something to contribute to the community.  The twins are our sweethearts.  They are the two who soothe the hurt feelings and settle the squabbles between the others.  Maybe being a twin has given them an extra edge on learning how to compromise and live together.  They've asked to travel on the journey because they heard the stories of the far-away place and think there may be healing properties there for them.
They KNOW there will be fun and lots of new folks to meet, which really excites them!  They've convinced Mr. PR (and Dutch Boy agrees) that they have something to offer and something to gain from this trip.  Isn't that how life should be? they ask in their diplomatic voices.  Big Baby Sister listened.  She then said, in no uncertain terms (putting down her bigger baby foot, if you will) that if The Twins are going, then she she shall be going too.  She asked Dutch Boy to help her gather her things.  I hope the days of travel are not too hard on her she is almost 50 years young-old.

The others overheard the plans of the Three Babies...more of The Gang began to speak up!
Oy!
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So, as all of this conversation and chatter and convincing and...well...there has been no compromising really...has been going on...I've been busy trying to make their trip come together.
I thought it was close.
I really did.
Letters were written.
Odds and Ends collected.
Yarn Fibers had long, long ago spoken. 
Scraps of fabric lay in wait.
All of The Gang, who had asked, pleaded, demanded or begged to go...were ready.

AND THEN...
Cloth spoke.

sigh

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Now we all know there is a grand difference between fabric and cloth. 

Cloth Speaks
This cloth said "NANCY...what are you thinking???  You always send something with at least a stitch or two on it...some sort of Story Starter.  Why have you allowed so many of The Gang to go and gathered the other Goodies...and not considered sending a stitch?  Especially when you look everyday at the beautiful stitches of hers, of Saskia's 
~ which hang on the wall within easy view.

Well, what could I do, but listen to Vintage Cloth Chick?!

Vintage Cloth Chick
So, in between her sips of The Bubbly, I'm putting some stitches into her neighborhood.
I'm trying real hard not to spill as I stitch!

OK, OK Vintage Cloth Chick, I heard ya!

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I better get back to work before someone else around here speaks up!
I sure hope Saskia is ready for the influx of those hearing about her beautiful promised land!


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015



Sunday, October 4, 2015

A Saturday Night - Sunday Morning Post

It has been a day of remembering.
Candle glowing, marking the 7th anniversary of my mama's passing.
So, although today is the day we light a candle.
My mom is with me always.  We talk about her a lot, J. and I.
We miss her.
I don't need to put pics of her or the candle here, I've already done that these past years.

 XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Today, the feelings are more circular.
There's a lifespan thinking going on.

Today I remembered how 7 years ago my sister and I sat all morning, making the important phone calls of canceling her many credit cards.  Cards she'd had...some since the 1960's!
There was something significant in that.
The undoing of a life.
New friend at the Pow Wow

Take your place on The Great Mandala...
(Peter Yarrow)
I think of this as I've traveled around this week reading at Grace's, where The Old Cowboy has just had his last goodbye and over to Julie's where not too long ago she moved to a new phase in her life, saying goodbye to her children's childhoods (in a way) - through their displayed photographs, and to Dee's and Saskia's - both of whom share college bound boys...and dear Cindy, who has two growing up and away boys herself.  I think of this life shift as I spend time at Jude's ever-evolving space as she reinvents, talks about what to keep, what to part with or layers cloths into less-ness (in a way).

Today is also the birthday of my 5th kid.  Not my child by birth, nor a blood-family member or classroom child...but instead the child of one of my oldest, closest, dearest friends.  A child who grew up with my own.  You know the kind.  A family friend.  A bonus child.
Today she is a beautiful, funny, intelligent young woman beginning to make her way in the world, make her mark on the world.  She is filled with passion and justice and enthusiasm.
She is the kind of gal that gives you hope for the next generation.
Her grandma's Yahrzeit passed in summer and her birthday in September.  
She would have been 90.


Fry Bread

Will the circle be unbroken...
 Ada R. Habershon  
Tomorrow is the birthday of my newest daughter, my son's new wife.
I don't really like the term 'daughter-in-law'...it sounds like you are forced to accept this person by the actions of your loved one.  I am honored to welcome her into my life, so no 'in-law' for me!  She too is a gorgeous, passionate, spirited and fun-loving young woman. Traits I admire.  Traits I wish I'd held a bit more myself when I was young.

I think of them, mid-twenties, just thirty...moving thirty.
My mama, living 80 long years.  My friend's mama, close to 90.
And Old Cowboy...

I celebrate the days of birth of these loved ones.
I watch my work babies grow before my eyes, three turning two with six weeks.
Families in the throws of daily, busy family life.

And I celebrate my friends in the throws of letting go, of stuff...of particular obligations or old habits...of ways that no longer work.

There are so many ways to do this thing called life.

Basket with beads

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game...

(Joni Mitchell)

I, in my own place of grown children, stuff lightening, birthdays & anniversaries, 
sharing, considering...
and circling, have spent many months thoughtfully pairing down material belongings, both personal and professional.  I've shared things with friends, who also teach.  I've sold or donated things.  I've recycled and thrown out some things too.

My most recent sharing involved me going out on a limb...
stepping out of my comfort zone a bit...taking a risk. 
After communicating with the Director/Teacher of Takoma Park Cooperative Nursery School on Face Book, I decided to share a few items with her and the children, staff and families of the the school.  Not knowing her at all, except for a few FB comments, I bravely sent her a care package.  I was deeply touched by the reception I and the goodies received.  
I was especially pleased to be able to pass on what may be just 'stuff'...but what to me is the torch, traditions and my passion for teaching, cloth, feathers, children's books...and connections!  You can read about it here.

I had to stop reading a couple of times to wipe my eyes.
There is something magical about this time in ones life.


*Afternote: All of this deep thinking, pondering, reflecting and such happens wrapped in daily life (for me anyway).  That life includes our yearly...highly anticipated by me, local Pow Wow.  I usually start announcing in June that it is "almost Pow Wow time".  Being that it happens the third week of September, you can see how I look forward to it!  J. pretty much thinks I'm nuts.  For lack of any photos to pair with the powerful feelings I've been having, I paired my words with Pow Wow instead!  Such is life :)


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015