Thursday, August 19, 2021

What Matters

 Three rainbow(ish) bags went out in the mail, possible comfort, possibly nothing. One may never know. But, doing what feels kind & right is a good thing, yes?

 Anyway, I used rainbow like colors because these went out to the family of young Tagan, who I made the Covid Memorial Quilt block for recently. Her name and birth-death dates are woven right into each bag.

I hope they provide something needed, even just a little. Her block is now up on the website.

You can go to the (page 2, bottom)  Covid Memorial Quilt website to see Tagan's block posted there, among many others. In fact, someone else made Tagan a block (page 3, row 12, far left, with a photo of Tagan on it) I hope when they are placed into a panel and sent off to be exhibited, they are close enough for her family to go see them.

Over the past weeks, at Jude's and Deb G's and elsewhere and in comments...the things we share and how we do so has been a topic.

This is one I haven't shared, but has been sitting heavy in my heart since I first heard of this tragedy for this work family.

Words can not express, can they?

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

Rainer Maria Rilke 

 I'm still weaving and planting bags. I eventually used up the rust yarn, seen here as the warp strap. 9 patch of recently woven bags, 13 total. That was a lot of yarn! Playing with the weft colors is a fun time of creativity. Each time I use up a yarn, I feel excited to move onto to more explorations. The white and yellow are also used up. As I use them up, it gets tricky to find strong warp yarns, but so far, so good.  It's amazing how much yarn makes a big ball and how little I use in each bag! I'll be working with this one for a while!

We went and planted bags on Tuesday and rained!! Well, more like heavy mist for a long while, but still Moisture. I hope the bags fared okay. I have a sackful of bags to take out.
Total count: 31made, 20 planted...that leaves 11 ready to go out (not counting the 4 rainbow bags, one of which has been gifted).
One planted up the Canyon, past the Power Plant, near the big metal frame we discovered.
Three more planted at the entrance near the hike in the riverbed. It's always funny to me how they look so hidden in plain sight from afar, in a photo.

Trying to balance things out with the lighthearted
discovered during the Olympics viewing (yes, this sat as a draft forever!)
May you find ways to sooth your heart and the hearts of others
May you honor the hard
May you also welcome the easier
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021  


Nancy said...

FROM DEE~ "I’ve been following along on this bag / gift installation journey and loving it. How the project interjects creative effort into the environment. How it speaks to your openness to the world and your generosity. Your thoughtful nature was evidenced in the medicine wheel reflections, too. So much goodness here!"



Dee~ I'm glad to know you've found this interesting enough to follow along. How silly that I never really thought of it as putting 'art' into the world, just bags! I keep trying with that goodness part. xo

Marti said...

Pablo Neruda, the Chilean poet wrote: "Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread". Where you are concerned dear Nancy I would say this:

Showing up every day goes into making our community, our world, a better place. You do that each and every day, even as you noted in a recent response to a comment I made on empathy: "sometimes all that empathy gets heavy"...yet you find a way to lift...Thank You.

jude said...

this post reminds me of Michelle somehow.
It is filled with kindness.

Nancy said...

Marti~ Ah, I love the work of Pablo Neruda..."peace goes into the making"...of so many things, yes? Showing up is not always easy, but feels good in the end. It has been a long, not easy year+ that's for sure. Thanks for being here along with me on the trail. xo

Jude~ Aw, thanks. Such a sweet comment. Almost a year now that we all said goodbye to dear Michelle. Sigh. xo

Liz A said...

"she was five" ... what a beautiful tribute to Tagan ... what a tragic indictment of our society

Nancy said...

Liz~ Thank you and I agree...'our society'...SIGH