tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76230523625045929352024-02-06T20:19:50.132-08:00Neoteny"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~ George Bernard ShawKathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-78781217837093136862012-03-19T18:29:00.001-07:002012-03-19T18:31:43.053-07:00Brita at PlayBrita made papier mache "buttons" about 20" in diameter. I begged to hang them in our entryway. Thankfully she agreed. They have an "Anthropology" look and make an eclectic pair. iLove them.....<br />
and love it when my children create beauty.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRa12RKvD4pvzC1IJjEm9kqr8nufIWVUEPU5N-__2GNW43A9RYzAXIqNnXL-P35pT2eD3P3ZtE6Xen4n8piTv6cRlUmOFNM5oPg9gOD2V4CWuXMs8lnhIjoQYN9vqDTf7LPiS2MYizYgzM/s1600/DSCF4557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRa12RKvD4pvzC1IJjEm9kqr8nufIWVUEPU5N-__2GNW43A9RYzAXIqNnXL-P35pT2eD3P3ZtE6Xen4n8piTv6cRlUmOFNM5oPg9gOD2V4CWuXMs8lnhIjoQYN9vqDTf7LPiS2MYizYgzM/s400/DSCF4557.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She recently made miniature cheesecake from scratch to brighten a friend's day. The mint garnish is from our garden. They were beautifully wrapped/boxed. It made everyone happy because we had the leftovers. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDmmEtxxtfgZtZOxtgNzUXUPV1NZ6sV-c0ym-b_gWzdtmvi7cfSntaspgQ_mPY_ZKN5Jnq1Ysi9FSSKcYYZj4UNZyblDfqrucd77sTBHaVurJ8DllBiVNOyeoDvr_HijfdK-la7IMrpUx/s1600/DSCF4556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDmmEtxxtfgZtZOxtgNzUXUPV1NZ6sV-c0ym-b_gWzdtmvi7cfSntaspgQ_mPY_ZKN5Jnq1Ysi9FSSKcYYZj4UNZyblDfqrucd77sTBHaVurJ8DllBiVNOyeoDvr_HijfdK-la7IMrpUx/s320/DSCF4556.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-40234762834060512292011-11-07T22:44:00.000-08:002011-11-07T22:48:36.567-08:00Low Batteries Won't Stop MeYes, I've been making a pretty every day, however, my camera batteries won't be found to prove it.<br />
<br />
#3 Saturday we had some friends for a pasta chicken supper. The napkins sported white ribbon. We turned the lights down low and talked, cried some, laughed a little, and collaborated on one stanza of Nancy's poem that had a hitch in its giddyup.<br />
<br />
She brought me a bouquet of tulips and some specialty daffies to hurry and get in the ground. Thankfully there are only a few. Brita and I outdid ourselves last fall.<br />
<br />
#4 Sunday, I made a paper collage of two chubbly, ragamuffin girls getting their toes sandy at the beach. Pails swinging, hats askew, and happy hearts.<br />
<br />
We just found out two weeks ago that she has pancreatic cancer. Something cheerful in the mail doesn't change that, but it might make the day brighter?<br />
<br />
She has been saving for retirement only a couple of years away, but life changes in mere moments. Everything is different now. She has always lived like she believes this isn't all there is, so it is all good. Healed now or later. It will be a grueling time ahead. I see much love already being boomeranged back - many of us have been loved well by her.<br />
<br />
We are both beachy girls - most content by the ocean. I want her to be there in her happy spot, at least in her mind's eye. With me.<br />
<br />
#5 Today, I wound all my ancient lace on tubes so I will be able to use it. It has been tangled and stuffed in a bag in the linen closet for years. I forget about it in the dark. Loverby made a rack for all five of the finished ones to hang on the wall. They are finally accessible and approachable.Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-81473812805323889212011-11-04T16:14:00.000-07:002011-11-04T16:14:58.190-07:00Tug is GoneMy brother's black lab died last week. He'd been sick a long time. Old age and a tired heart claimed him. Tugboat adored his master and mistress. Going hunting was his joy in life. He was synchronized perfectly with my brother, they worked together as one. He was a noble fellow. Our entire family will miss him. I think he is slobbering profusely as he runs full speed into the water making a big, big splash.<br />
<br />
Day #2. Facing a blank white piece of paper is terrifying. Always. This is Tugboat's Tribute.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnubBd0nG0s2fuxw-dxVE1HpMv8rVRZkQ9-0lNGsSxEEn9SduolXSTb-YVt_Coe83qFlRkNd-qun2nwmh5iB0T5CfBprld1b4iVVL0NQT-2JLcspVdarT795xR4PqyWoE7RZRxokWJ5HS/s1600/sc000cf813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnubBd0nG0s2fuxw-dxVE1HpMv8rVRZkQ9-0lNGsSxEEn9SduolXSTb-YVt_Coe83qFlRkNd-qun2nwmh5iB0T5CfBprld1b4iVVL0NQT-2JLcspVdarT795xR4PqyWoE7RZRxokWJ5HS/s400/sc000cf813.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-14966573597501566322011-11-03T21:31:00.000-07:002011-11-03T21:31:40.858-07:00Making Pretties Day #1Every day I'm going to make something pretty, take the best picture I am able to, and post it. I need to create and play and participate with life right now. Too much passive spectating and admiring other's work can keep me from producing anything of my own. On purpose creative play is my current RX. Let's see how long it lasts. I'd love to see what you've been making too. Show me please. <br />
<br />
Going through my vintage textiles I have come across pieces that could be thrown away, but instead I'm trying to save them by re-purposing/altering them. Lime green and cream batiste flowers today.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXUqchNgEF65lnz-ZUUyVH6ImmEmbGa6SdWKiFrzBuS8chqH7ngCRDu12R5oTYxwrZqpN0p53WlJYdBNYRM-5Y3peu9myP1GrVk-U7w6JITPitMTayZ87iFe3_Eg-v_PQSHvRO6exDFnl/s1600/DSCF5909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXUqchNgEF65lnz-ZUUyVH6ImmEmbGa6SdWKiFrzBuS8chqH7ngCRDu12R5oTYxwrZqpN0p53WlJYdBNYRM-5Y3peu9myP1GrVk-U7w6JITPitMTayZ87iFe3_Eg-v_PQSHvRO6exDFnl/s400/DSCF5909.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-8817510559518441432011-09-25T15:13:00.000-07:002011-09-25T15:13:40.376-07:00Gunkholing<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIHHfR7r6AVZCNzX2qOML_qO5fqZN2-6WlPYxhKArARoJtloEPpxtk5j5D48sS-6Py8hJW-HirWM628zoxA_0zTrHhgaQVpEoX4btju7THi0pyokdRYJ-3rFH-IBApL2WkNr6QsdJjwLl/s1600/DSCF4336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIHHfR7r6AVZCNzX2qOML_qO5fqZN2-6WlPYxhKArARoJtloEPpxtk5j5D48sS-6Py8hJW-HirWM628zoxA_0zTrHhgaQVpEoX4btju7THi0pyokdRYJ-3rFH-IBApL2WkNr6QsdJjwLl/s400/DSCF4336.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
We did it before hearing the word spoken. We lived it before we knew there was such a word. We experienced it before we knew the definition. <div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b><i>Gunkholing</i></b>. Racks of books by several authors exist about it along with a plethora of blogs and forums devoted to the subject. Who knew? It was waiting right outside our back door all this time, but we had to step off the porch and onto the deck of a boat to experience it. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
For years we have explored our San Juan Islands by ferries carrying us in our car to favorite spots. We take a map and pack a picnic basket. Once a year we honeymoon on Orcas Island. We have seen the wonders of the Puget Sound and gloried in the fact that there isn't a Sea World fee bracelet to wear. Nor are there hot lines of disgruntled people pushing and shoving bruises into our flesh as we ooh and aah over the salty treasures presenting themselves for our pleasure. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
We were content with our explorations until gunkholing last week. I'm afraid it has ruined us. There are islands public and private that aren't accessible by ferry. Gunkholing is the answer. Gunkholing on a sailboat is memorable, although the deep keel on a sailboat presents a challenge for the navigator. A map of the Puget Sound faced us as we sat on the toilet each time we visited the <i>head</i>. One more chance for the red marks warning of dangerous rocks to become engraved in our minds waking and sleeping. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Gunkholing: Find a little cove to head toward after an afternoon of sailing. Hitch up to a mooring ball, or anchor in the mud and gravel that holds well. Untie the dinghy. Row to the nearest beach. Tie it fast. Follow the trails to myriad discoveries. Sunken ships. Lighthouses. An old one room school. Lime kilns. Historic Company Towns. Seal rookeries. A safari island with exotic animals transplanted to our rainy PNW. The water is too shallow and the coves are too small for the big boys. One night we had a cove all to ourselves. The quiet attached itself to our pores, breathing with us, inviting us to disturb the sacred.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The oven/stove in the galley was gimballed. It swivelled as the boat rolled. I learned to brace my feet and sway while making coffee or hot chocolate. A few times we pulled a meal together while under way with a topsy turvy galley, a few bruises, and creative second and third options considered. I reveled in the challenge of preparing tasty food under difficult circumstances. No spills. No mop ups. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The first time all three sails were up and full, my throat swelled with gladness as I looked up. It reminded me of when I sat under the music of a massive pipe organ for the first time. I felt the vibrations through the wooden pew, wooden floor, and all along the wood paneling on the walls. When the sucking wind heeled the boat on its side it looked like water would rush the deck. It recovered and righted itself each time. I got the rush instead. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Kookaburra effortlessly did what she was made to do. Catch wind and fly in its laughing face while porpoises raced along side. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii1nN-PWpxlM2Chwh7DoUpSEUZsT78WZVTVuzW32Lf4Vxhd3RLSmK2k2BbmcaXyf6DO9TJiOLtBIU0Zle5gOg5bKBLu4_BZKK2qr5A03A4aco8hKfXCj5J-SqDbMUtEh-z19miZXuHW5fk/s1600/DSCF4326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii1nN-PWpxlM2Chwh7DoUpSEUZsT78WZVTVuzW32Lf4Vxhd3RLSmK2k2BbmcaXyf6DO9TJiOLtBIU0Zle5gOg5bKBLu4_BZKK2qr5A03A4aco8hKfXCj5J-SqDbMUtEh-z19miZXuHW5fk/s400/DSCF4326.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-84021094340938317252011-02-25T06:04:00.000-08:002011-02-25T06:04:43.881-08:00Book FunI made this yesterday. The quote I used is from <i><b>August Rush</b></i>. I know, I know, it was a sappy, sentimental movie - but I liked it anyways.<br />
<br />
This is what inspired me: Nancy mentioned she had won this <a href="http://nancemarie.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-todays-mail.html">paper house garland</a> from <a href="http://kickcanandconkers.blogspot.com/2011/02/hutch-studio-giveaway-winner.html">Kickcan and Conkers.</a> Her lovely and inspiring sight brought me to the artist and creator of <a href="http://www.stephanie-davidson.com/index.php?/portfolio/button-book/">The Button Book</a>. My uterus lurched a bit at the thought of giving birth to anything so darling. Ahhh, the creative trail leading to a fun day. That's how it happens. If you would like this little book, I'd mail it to you. It is no bigger than 2" X 2" Making it was the fun part.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0C3i3acHv1cXIr-GuswnIJV2u-5rVDiEqAwralllC3du6MPpH9o6oe8hWYFjdgcATVKDXXa_sYW5HslOvStjBx-cscXHgg_9UoinSIxsXVYqyFxC9OZl3ToAYBOFrXGQkZ9ATRQdTlPq/s1600/DSCN0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0C3i3acHv1cXIr-GuswnIJV2u-5rVDiEqAwralllC3du6MPpH9o6oe8hWYFjdgcATVKDXXa_sYW5HslOvStjBx-cscXHgg_9UoinSIxsXVYqyFxC9OZl3ToAYBOFrXGQkZ9ATRQdTlPq/s400/DSCN0224.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7SeBO1p3XaCNAk6zxkTp1wG9FAENjznTGlGRAgxUd48WLUmvgNEug9TDhBdINiL6W03NO8_P57N93tK-oA_c1Czugwmq3JtYbrto79c6aYBy9JYNjlyDcu2VMNC23wAUTGhJUP-P4boC/s1600/DSCN0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7SeBO1p3XaCNAk6zxkTp1wG9FAENjznTGlGRAgxUd48WLUmvgNEug9TDhBdINiL6W03NO8_P57N93tK-oA_c1Czugwmq3JtYbrto79c6aYBy9JYNjlyDcu2VMNC23wAUTGhJUP-P4boC/s400/DSCN0225.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTmUlhZZP2Ugr-SVIHA3oEWdqSUnw4gp3aLPrkSS6q45x9m592CW5De_4kAQiA_uq4Wv0F1JzgAHQ0fUupb7JkKoW9gbjZGvxYiSr5gJTnaRf6M5X8TUb-BaPT14iV3hpPbK9v_jL_xR4s/s1600/DSCN0226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTmUlhZZP2Ugr-SVIHA3oEWdqSUnw4gp3aLPrkSS6q45x9m592CW5De_4kAQiA_uq4Wv0F1JzgAHQ0fUupb7JkKoW9gbjZGvxYiSr5gJTnaRf6M5X8TUb-BaPT14iV3hpPbK9v_jL_xR4s/s400/DSCN0226.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbO8VFNWmE8oT8Ods6sbXrpIb8a_TGispeQxXbBtIXyYyvCbt15Cp9vr0O0Lqha-mOanczjXqxCudNnbHxDdOMJWGbIVU5XKDgiRFLGE61GX7q9I_ytGnlL3q6A_EmCFyPOCngvxSR04uN/s1600/DSCN0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbO8VFNWmE8oT8Ods6sbXrpIb8a_TGispeQxXbBtIXyYyvCbt15Cp9vr0O0Lqha-mOanczjXqxCudNnbHxDdOMJWGbIVU5XKDgiRFLGE61GX7q9I_ytGnlL3q6A_EmCFyPOCngvxSR04uN/s400/DSCN0227.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxHT5SmA36YRHETcg6u8P427dN2k8F3MdRbeAxvDV5i2q9OPrNPeM-bWAD4vpIJXfJjBOmjgAZbbTlLBKKYa-wJEZf6cBdAti19BoMO7vciljeYD4qrpGgi3JwQCeuhNKg-JvXkgl36TO/s1600/DSCN0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxHT5SmA36YRHETcg6u8P427dN2k8F3MdRbeAxvDV5i2q9OPrNPeM-bWAD4vpIJXfJjBOmjgAZbbTlLBKKYa-wJEZf6cBdAti19BoMO7vciljeYD4qrpGgi3JwQCeuhNKg-JvXkgl36TO/s400/DSCN0228.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxdeEggAsPcfW8SuX1_d54Yxsqhm2jhbxtz_w4hyM6TjzkeNEQ2yxP3hFXlVMnuCYt6IM_xmHa66diCEIL2GIllyyN2yH8NNqpD4M-8eas5DGZOXcvTN4xzSKvkKdTbqnH8S_XLy9EtTg/s1600/DSCN0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxdeEggAsPcfW8SuX1_d54Yxsqhm2jhbxtz_w4hyM6TjzkeNEQ2yxP3hFXlVMnuCYt6IM_xmHa66diCEIL2GIllyyN2yH8NNqpD4M-8eas5DGZOXcvTN4xzSKvkKdTbqnH8S_XLy9EtTg/s400/DSCN0229.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjvyDnsl_-3NnQGAL0YV4VENi6LR2lUpIwXyins61EN5YK_7fr36_YmwMc2CXRSmy8hJtc6rXEGS8bDL5XaJ0OCVoleep8eVb8h2fwHpFYD3MaXOEtD9qEtcZBRmw3UjkHxSpAMRGeJDQ/s1600/DSCN0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjvyDnsl_-3NnQGAL0YV4VENi6LR2lUpIwXyins61EN5YK_7fr36_YmwMc2CXRSmy8hJtc6rXEGS8bDL5XaJ0OCVoleep8eVb8h2fwHpFYD3MaXOEtD9qEtcZBRmw3UjkHxSpAMRGeJDQ/s400/DSCN0230.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIGWgN_KoA3V18O51OFtKt1tbgy12FLgbFmXTD1oKRGAz0W0pvSqBXOCgChxAPiA5sAycp4EIzeTUlbWu4W5J_5-GXgRVdm2fk-iLkHZrYmqpFrdCPOwPv4lh_aYaI9xpEInBHY7o8zkoH/s1600/DSCN0231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIGWgN_KoA3V18O51OFtKt1tbgy12FLgbFmXTD1oKRGAz0W0pvSqBXOCgChxAPiA5sAycp4EIzeTUlbWu4W5J_5-GXgRVdm2fk-iLkHZrYmqpFrdCPOwPv4lh_aYaI9xpEInBHY7o8zkoH/s400/DSCN0231.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnetdufUpWEn0YipJRT6bD-4WgCwe2S2z5Y9YcPZrgSqYBfhwimiA4ybjA3Je5RKlwHFWTPbmzOQOD83AsIi_IViVNQVDhq50-pWvIZ4yoOD2y_mQ2YKyjotM_cf-pJp1GZS7hTIlBaQe/s1600/DSCN0232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnetdufUpWEn0YipJRT6bD-4WgCwe2S2z5Y9YcPZrgSqYBfhwimiA4ybjA3Je5RKlwHFWTPbmzOQOD83AsIi_IViVNQVDhq50-pWvIZ4yoOD2y_mQ2YKyjotM_cf-pJp1GZS7hTIlBaQe/s400/DSCN0232.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cnow_LZogL2BuSMOF93wu9aOHhmU2vI5GRNZ78XcTc5OV7jlbt2gcqei-FLDjvB83ng2LpDETojiCi9Bdh5bwTwcpsd5M3mO2hMpNt2RXNON3htJCz4gIO66cPW_SI1uhN7eCyF4x3ZO/s1600/DSCN0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cnow_LZogL2BuSMOF93wu9aOHhmU2vI5GRNZ78XcTc5OV7jlbt2gcqei-FLDjvB83ng2LpDETojiCi9Bdh5bwTwcpsd5M3mO2hMpNt2RXNON3htJCz4gIO66cPW_SI1uhN7eCyF4x3ZO/s400/DSCN0233.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzn3FJ2XIXaZO4GkglRJbrUTWYP72FAC-oG0TyNV6y0YmfDBCnKYpU9KyfDBt3eEdGUM6S6qHg6jY4YXmXDsd24gCtKdKon4mjrFfJ88jgD7v2q6KDdWy1j7MW-mfLJNzPFhx2aJ6ZFK3Y/s1600/DSCN0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzn3FJ2XIXaZO4GkglRJbrUTWYP72FAC-oG0TyNV6y0YmfDBCnKYpU9KyfDBt3eEdGUM6S6qHg6jY4YXmXDsd24gCtKdKon4mjrFfJ88jgD7v2q6KDdWy1j7MW-mfLJNzPFhx2aJ6ZFK3Y/s400/DSCN0236.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4aZwbg3xCaXRJ_ks-kWNhOCAsgrUZjyiObAhhBxam62QIz67cfMJ6QOtnwuOONCruAAd1EiIwWtxWINR-aJXk8IEaQM2XvOTSmEan7WQmj7moV9hy0ZuP8v9JvncactG7NdU44FjjJEz/s1600/DSCN0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT4aZwbg3xCaXRJ_ks-kWNhOCAsgrUZjyiObAhhBxam62QIz67cfMJ6QOtnwuOONCruAAd1EiIwWtxWINR-aJXk8IEaQM2XvOTSmEan7WQmj7moV9hy0ZuP8v9JvncactG7NdU44FjjJEz/s400/DSCN0238.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFuEeHHKYboVRzE0sA9FgpVJy4tVVFmNjR0oZ6HQSqr5CBhQJQL_DY9crwLs2gLfrUi9v1lz9QZziC9HefIeoXNxaKQ3AFeJfe10IWvoI1JtLZ0jiMRdpyzrzIrt-_p_Dc6hugHjx6dDM/s1600/DSCN0239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFuEeHHKYboVRzE0sA9FgpVJy4tVVFmNjR0oZ6HQSqr5CBhQJQL_DY9crwLs2gLfrUi9v1lz9QZziC9HefIeoXNxaKQ3AFeJfe10IWvoI1JtLZ0jiMRdpyzrzIrt-_p_Dc6hugHjx6dDM/s400/DSCN0239.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-65562669776652295312011-02-24T15:46:00.000-08:002011-02-24T15:46:11.082-08:00Full CupMy dear friend Susan took a status I posted on Facebook some time ago and made it touchable and tangible. What a gift. I have it in front of my computer on my desk - to remind me when I don't feel so.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10yoUS7RNMGyoQu5HtOyQKum8fm3GAOx1ACS8kKCXwK67saJ_e8BIeS296oe7cLoOAqEz3hkzcitGoSqwkQSGthwbLz7iEoeoKI7AZN0Bvyz42NI_Q4UIwfZW2I1fnGtvat8t6mJtPgk-/s1600/sc002d82e8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10yoUS7RNMGyoQu5HtOyQKum8fm3GAOx1ACS8kKCXwK67saJ_e8BIeS296oe7cLoOAqEz3hkzcitGoSqwkQSGthwbLz7iEoeoKI7AZN0Bvyz42NI_Q4UIwfZW2I1fnGtvat8t6mJtPgk-/s400/sc002d82e8.jpg" width="295" /></a></div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-91872265506959195662011-01-13T09:39:00.000-08:002011-01-13T09:39:42.029-08:00Drive By Shooting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2-GIOQ3OnIK9ntzOK4D0dQof8N2LU0K82RpBnQm_J5INZaQBsUr0EO9qAky1XqxTRzxgVh-_XseE3Z9sfMCHNSNJaUNUwkPh5IIowrZ-UjGSVdi7tkUez_QWGr3Noby_RCzUjsbGdMAh/s1600/DSCN0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2-GIOQ3OnIK9ntzOK4D0dQof8N2LU0K82RpBnQm_J5INZaQBsUr0EO9qAky1XqxTRzxgVh-_XseE3Z9sfMCHNSNJaUNUwkPh5IIowrZ-UjGSVdi7tkUez_QWGr3Noby_RCzUjsbGdMAh/s400/DSCN0082.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">During our Idaho vacation, mom and I came upon this ice sculpture unexpectedly. It was on a farm out in the middle of nowhere. We had to stop and take pictures. Afterwards we paused and let our astonishment suck in the beauty till the chill wind drove us back to the car. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A creative, playful sort of farmer had turned a sprinkler on an unsightly, common pile of brush in his front pasture. Layer by layer it was growing ice crystal branches. Before our eyes it was being transformed into art.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Farmers are busy with chores. This one took time to play in between work. He and his family had quite view from their picture window. He gave us a memorable gift. Free. On the fly. A drive by shooting. :) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-71392680951982175892010-12-14T22:45:00.000-08:002010-12-14T22:46:55.252-08:00The Collected Works of You<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Nestled in between the books I love - are your stories. Keep writing!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbHgT092kg_Z6czpr_n7-ukjIhXC2XbvDIUb_YAlIwDjT9Eo1ZZ4ZXM4L1TiKWYZESB_3OW32L5mzsNf23gdOmFalTi2zFjSiqTWKt0O8LcoRxl77CD0lJ3tgQmz-K9LR9RIXSy3HVT6j/s1600/sc0024e1f9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbHgT092kg_Z6czpr_n7-ukjIhXC2XbvDIUb_YAlIwDjT9Eo1ZZ4ZXM4L1TiKWYZESB_3OW32L5mzsNf23gdOmFalTi2zFjSiqTWKt0O8LcoRxl77CD0lJ3tgQmz-K9LR9RIXSy3HVT6j/s400/sc0024e1f9.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDtVAoLjOs_jmhpZVhKBoXWsJNadHvddaXJYqN-De-5xKBHWxJtAyXS09fE3EM0amhbIFPT2_GAZk4jYA4dzU6eT3RtFDlsB8QPft_R27lMtReYSR1p_F4Ykll_dr_cTbhAxzwsWC1Sotf/s1600/sc00051051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDtVAoLjOs_jmhpZVhKBoXWsJNadHvddaXJYqN-De-5xKBHWxJtAyXS09fE3EM0amhbIFPT2_GAZk4jYA4dzU6eT3RtFDlsB8QPft_R27lMtReYSR1p_F4Ykll_dr_cTbhAxzwsWC1Sotf/s320/sc00051051.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-58681841588758966702010-12-13T19:01:00.000-08:002010-12-13T19:01:54.462-08:00Learning CollageLast spring a friend sent a surprise in the mail. <a href="http://kathleenoverby.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-fever.html">This</a> is what it looked like.<br />
<br />
I started trying to learn art journaling or soul collage as some call it. Somerset Studios magazines compels me. I took Maureen's gift as inspiration - unwrapped it from its original form and opened it up. I glued it down onto the back of a large calendar after whose pages had all been glued together for thickness. I wanted a thick base. A few more pieces of my own heart and thoughts were glued on - it was beginning to be a collaboration. Seven layers of mod podge were coated over the top.<br />
<br />
This is it in halves as it was too large to scan whole. It is a bit flat and lifeless still.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifj4vWreilLaDH-gyfUC0hudoylzVMDLv55nf0Xy9gOCTVuEqrqh2u1mbB4n9cRNErOQFIu47QEy0ZENxp76ayFaCiAtmgJB1YglRKC-YKSZtHuqtMqQtKaJsxMIWKAQb5kdflWRJJWqYs/s1600/sc00048682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifj4vWreilLaDH-gyfUC0hudoylzVMDLv55nf0Xy9gOCTVuEqrqh2u1mbB4n9cRNErOQFIu47QEy0ZENxp76ayFaCiAtmgJB1YglRKC-YKSZtHuqtMqQtKaJsxMIWKAQb5kdflWRJJWqYs/s320/sc00048682.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5KbJ7gAur9kcs8nC9VzESSpBhZfEBDwmzkITvojpYPA11wHgM2Z41sVDxBzEx8mYoLknLiyXyyjG92SJ2CgdYPCrSrbL4Wl64G3QnayftktJLkwQel8439IeP33KgFQFg3M3d0tM_fvQ/s1600/sc0004ba7f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5KbJ7gAur9kcs8nC9VzESSpBhZfEBDwmzkITvojpYPA11wHgM2Z41sVDxBzEx8mYoLknLiyXyyjG92SJ2CgdYPCrSrbL4Wl64G3QnayftktJLkwQel8439IeP33KgFQFg3M3d0tM_fvQ/s320/sc0004ba7f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And a close up photo. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemAU4MmiTu5NU1mJmJFyutB1N01zuNnJRqsdlXfwWH4A0at0i5a-wjpJC7frX73p3hkaXNq8n2ZN-Z8HbiKFf674dipXVUm1_9qa1xIsC6ahNwxehZl0ewfmip7VNx1oKJJuFJlFxBNSp/s1600/DSCN8238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemAU4MmiTu5NU1mJmJFyutB1N01zuNnJRqsdlXfwWH4A0at0i5a-wjpJC7frX73p3hkaXNq8n2ZN-Z8HbiKFf674dipXVUm1_9qa1xIsC6ahNwxehZl0ewfmip7VNx1oKJJuFJlFxBNSp/s400/DSCN8238.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But here's where it started getting fun. Gesso. Gesso is my newest friend. Gel, hard body, smooth, fiber, clear, black, white - any type. I love gesso! Smooch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One rough layer. Let it dry. Then I used acrylic paint, pearl powders, and distressing dye to finish the layers. In between each I mercilessly scrubbed, scraped, and sanded it. The dimension and textures are fantastic. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I loved most was the <i>scrubbing off to reveal what was underneath part</i>. What's underneath is always a surprise. iLike that. Thanks Maureen for the continuing education ....of me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the finished piece. It was beyond fun. I dance. I do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTI5wXeJag8sV1agmYGaOH56F0se6fWvVbjSTXJWWEXcuRT_8x7mnFzIzpB8tksrUu5XkrIRhm8glxRASUrlzMlF4XXNsk9d76OUKvjPvJiMKzc2Ex_0RWMENuX9PrHkUeeLw08-mTprpT/s1600/sc0009bac0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTI5wXeJag8sV1agmYGaOH56F0se6fWvVbjSTXJWWEXcuRT_8x7mnFzIzpB8tksrUu5XkrIRhm8glxRASUrlzMlF4XXNsk9d76OUKvjPvJiMKzc2Ex_0RWMENuX9PrHkUeeLw08-mTprpT/s320/sc0009bac0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItz7kjOcpvTdS_YcuZcyOzg274jDzVyK33r0wTKedSCmrtqRw1D67oGCDGiGvcLB1PZCfqRggHNB1JG5N_p6mretFg3Rsf-1RzG0GCKp5OaMjVOzNagFyHUZYKRiB-UNvQ7h0GAMygupE/s1600/sc000a3c3d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItz7kjOcpvTdS_YcuZcyOzg274jDzVyK33r0wTKedSCmrtqRw1D67oGCDGiGvcLB1PZCfqRggHNB1JG5N_p6mretFg3Rsf-1RzG0GCKp5OaMjVOzNagFyHUZYKRiB-UNvQ7h0GAMygupE/s320/sc000a3c3d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Try clicking to enlarge and see the details if you want. Many things changed or got covered up ~ or uncovered as it evolved. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-91296082100052668812010-12-08T13:31:00.000-08:002010-12-08T13:53:37.021-08:00Tea Invitation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TS6CUelZT-ZqjU5FMHr7L_nSgtDIoLVrbobBLhW-mDHO8n6UD4egZKYznzj3EDNuomD6OQLEve8Fmpk6IdExeaAJsyfl4MCR_ikbnpb8pOiMKaQUPFjbFoRIDm3FTjrfqGu0mqjqaQvT/s1600/DSCN8204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TS6CUelZT-ZqjU5FMHr7L_nSgtDIoLVrbobBLhW-mDHO8n6UD4egZKYznzj3EDNuomD6OQLEve8Fmpk6IdExeaAJsyfl4MCR_ikbnpb8pOiMKaQUPFjbFoRIDm3FTjrfqGu0mqjqaQvT/s400/DSCN8204.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
A dear friend invited me to her annual Christmas Tea. It was the first time meeting her circle of friends. High Tea allows girls of all ages to be princesses for an afternoon. Everything was made from scratch. The lights welcoming us inside drew us to a table decorated with the finest setting. My eyes feasted on the vignettes in every corner.<br />
<br />
High Tea is about careful details, ritual, and reveling in all things feminine. You want to be your best and enjoy it to the fullest. Gratitude abounds because of the invitation. Ugly can't come in the door. Every woman around the table seems to become more and more gorgeous as the conversation blossoms.<br />
<br />
My hostess's deceased mother Helen, was mentioned several times. As I asked questions, it seemed like she was the common thread among them. Her influence had effected each of one.<br />
<br />
One of the stories made a deep impression. Helen kept her table set for tea at all times. Her hospitality was framed in a tangible, enduring way. She was expecting you, hoping you would come and be served delicacies from her heart and hands. A magnetic woman ~ drawing other women to allow themselves the luxury of being nourished.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK72-kBKYAQlcYdqkYNoounuAszrbRKL4090INQpgfBJYBaIJBNgdUhTGwJSk-5xaYLCTBWXwp04AZn4dLGAFZBFi9fSgB4-x2zE0pBJLzPgNR6XQAueXjaG2NOIjNNvKrP1oH1J9GaojE/s1600/sc000eb81e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK72-kBKYAQlcYdqkYNoounuAszrbRKL4090INQpgfBJYBaIJBNgdUhTGwJSk-5xaYLCTBWXwp04AZn4dLGAFZBFi9fSgB4-x2zE0pBJLzPgNR6XQAueXjaG2NOIjNNvKrP1oH1J9GaojE/s400/sc000eb81e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These are old photos of Helen's welcoming table. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWVDgw_u6jm4fOI_sSUHl2tOfxKMIx2r-fX0O4Z6Bm_q5f_VMLycj8p_ZJvRR7CVLNn8liPcOcOq4dimJXG946ix48DnROaCw0-EAL9hdBNXT0ptMkUl7J6mQgqGsQqEjyhMstYskrOFW/s1600/sc000eda8e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWVDgw_u6jm4fOI_sSUHl2tOfxKMIx2r-fX0O4Z6Bm_q5f_VMLycj8p_ZJvRR7CVLNn8liPcOcOq4dimJXG946ix48DnROaCw0-EAL9hdBNXT0ptMkUl7J6mQgqGsQqEjyhMstYskrOFW/s400/sc000eda8e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
<br />
She also wrote and sent cards to friends all her life. Many of the women there not only had kept each one, but had adopted the habit themselves and were leaving their own legacy.<br />
<br />
One precious woman had enjoyed the set table herself so many times, she has been doing the same thing in her home for years.<br />
<br />
She drank tea from a cup she had given our hostess many years ago. It was bittersweet for she is ill. Each year she is at the Christmas Tea is a gift, like each day she wakes. Full circle.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryiNyGhCNZFc2YyAW8NUlDSDppgs559W1MuRf-TPB8ZrGYl3wI_M9gb7I4HlMvAlFluELHo1FqAwO4dFKJWZAkw2JJRSyAPEV9QYy4cJsxrBFVJ9-R9dryejGRBF7gTQvm0825C_b-SSc/s1600/DSCN8210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryiNyGhCNZFc2YyAW8NUlDSDppgs559W1MuRf-TPB8ZrGYl3wI_M9gb7I4HlMvAlFluELHo1FqAwO4dFKJWZAkw2JJRSyAPEV9QYy4cJsxrBFVJ9-R9dryejGRBF7gTQvm0825C_b-SSc/s400/DSCN8210.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />
<br />
I think we have to experience a thing before we can absorb enough to have the wherewithal to give it away. Receiving it like a sponge is the only thing to do in these cases.<br />
<br />
We were all reluctant to leave the magic. It was uplifting. The tastes and flavors lingered on our tongues like the memory will in our hearts. One afternoon of respite. One afternoon of nourishment and nurturing. One afternoon of such a gift spills over and drips on everyone and everything around us. It multiplies. I left wanting to pass it on, pay it forward.<br />
<br />
Little girl tea parties are as playful as big girl tea parties. As I drove home I felt blessed to have been in the room with so much collective wisdom and luster.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iyNUZpG0Jd1EsVS_2Mrw65ROfB1e4ooWS9Doc-pxmIwMNBVL56M7I0lNzrrNSHcRlaIPk9CBXcG9gm0K_Rph24I52J1rXRqpJAtdA-Ncxn9RxootmIHHJs3BdTNK5SauuewWfq5LQuIT/s1600/DSCN8216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iyNUZpG0Jd1EsVS_2Mrw65ROfB1e4ooWS9Doc-pxmIwMNBVL56M7I0lNzrrNSHcRlaIPk9CBXcG9gm0K_Rph24I52J1rXRqpJAtdA-Ncxn9RxootmIHHJs3BdTNK5SauuewWfq5LQuIT/s400/DSCN8216.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuTnXOzEcoC_UVbHKfJAwL59_sAPgRpVraNIukHDYSRplbpYlK6oKEM-qmOUIJs03INjHUftM04F5tJiflvYtDNqot0DQ5c4sLGTHdwzAydISqz4okp4jnQfCen93wW-wKbL6o6lz_0Ig/s1600/DSCN8215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuTnXOzEcoC_UVbHKfJAwL59_sAPgRpVraNIukHDYSRplbpYlK6oKEM-qmOUIJs03INjHUftM04F5tJiflvYtDNqot0DQ5c4sLGTHdwzAydISqz4okp4jnQfCen93wW-wKbL6o6lz_0Ig/s400/DSCN8215.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtxKJB-by89sh52q8QlCdyfeKkWLnVOsh1YzHQ4DTCcKYkKoNnQSzrk53b4wtht3uqpt37WkCm0pOmOGDZQUCpoLSCN01jAvgsqvUtUB0fUcawgiu0LZ7giBv9aOSw__cQkJK369W0v0R/s1600/DSCN8214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtxKJB-by89sh52q8QlCdyfeKkWLnVOsh1YzHQ4DTCcKYkKoNnQSzrk53b4wtht3uqpt37WkCm0pOmOGDZQUCpoLSCN01jAvgsqvUtUB0fUcawgiu0LZ7giBv9aOSw__cQkJK369W0v0R/s400/DSCN8214.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghViBZueRi1E1WmTKgR4vfFOxCMg_W9PiIh-a125E2HRLky_8uYYPJgbIxP9QjxMLmhSqNfuGK1x8hR4jnRjJP3LkJHsZkDgutAj2zws8HHaaE3I_XGqfOcMdEbcp17Jy-Pu2FJJC542Rg/s1600/DSCN8211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghViBZueRi1E1WmTKgR4vfFOxCMg_W9PiIh-a125E2HRLky_8uYYPJgbIxP9QjxMLmhSqNfuGK1x8hR4jnRjJP3LkJHsZkDgutAj2zws8HHaaE3I_XGqfOcMdEbcp17Jy-Pu2FJJC542Rg/s400/DSCN8211.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5h2bdaFBVUGe8T6VDOMFXBAqtClUW390Df0Mx-xxi9Fm2MIZYlCi3P0Fo6Y1hlZAa0SBIZPNLqjfEsJan2ICzdpv47i4tPu4VrOEi4E_tOrZHXUc0T5fIR313mPXIG-lqIqbhJZDObdFm/s1600/DSCN8212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5h2bdaFBVUGe8T6VDOMFXBAqtClUW390Df0Mx-xxi9Fm2MIZYlCi3P0Fo6Y1hlZAa0SBIZPNLqjfEsJan2ICzdpv47i4tPu4VrOEi4E_tOrZHXUc0T5fIR313mPXIG-lqIqbhJZDObdFm/s400/DSCN8212.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5h2bdaFBVUGe8T6VDOMFXBAqtClUW390Df0Mx-xxi9Fm2MIZYlCi3P0Fo6Y1hlZAa0SBIZPNLqjfEsJan2ICzdpv47i4tPu4VrOEi4E_tOrZHXUc0T5fIR313mPXIG-lqIqbhJZDObdFm/s1600/DSCN8212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoedacijGsRXvtDlyIag19xR_sgbZo_PejgHOpWvZct0sVJVPm3LGB1gll8QpAFnGxHeUFdeJ7Rx55UyrFEG6lD016k3yEljSQS320GHg7h0BvE7zaH8Od1XRtr7QZy6IFdoG-mtmDg_fb/s1600/DSCN8208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoedacijGsRXvtDlyIag19xR_sgbZo_PejgHOpWvZct0sVJVPm3LGB1gll8QpAFnGxHeUFdeJ7Rx55UyrFEG6lD016k3yEljSQS320GHg7h0BvE7zaH8Od1XRtr7QZy6IFdoG-mtmDg_fb/s400/DSCN8208.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you ever so much for inviting me Kathy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-17447661871133367592010-11-11T17:30:00.000-08:002010-11-11T17:30:36.752-08:00Cracked Open<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our heels crack from weary walkabout. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtNw6eE65VgXnd7XcUG2ezDS1WzcKZnCKNRrL2lANDXCBy5SPLlfOwWJBP5qNE5yZ8g2BIqPy5B-gTnL8BWw-AQawrB_-U7IelUXQ_IYs6-ip0zW0IBqPELx_oDxqSjiCM9t2AsLcbSPX/s1600/DSCN7148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtNw6eE65VgXnd7XcUG2ezDS1WzcKZnCKNRrL2lANDXCBy5SPLlfOwWJBP5qNE5yZ8g2BIqPy5B-gTnL8BWw-AQawrB_-U7IelUXQ_IYs6-ip0zW0IBqPELx_oDxqSjiCM9t2AsLcbSPX/s400/DSCN7148.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtNw6eE65VgXnd7XcUG2ezDS1WzcKZnCKNRrL2lANDXCBy5SPLlfOwWJBP5qNE5yZ8g2BIqPy5B-gTnL8BWw-AQawrB_-U7IelUXQ_IYs6-ip0zW0IBqPELx_oDxqSjiCM9t2AsLcbSPX/s1600/DSCN7148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Minds crack and shatter wanting to fold. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpbi_IJrs12hiMdaT8UvdxJNBBeuBweCI6BgM1iqXl3TAXvm3-fFA7AI2PkBtL9JcUgHnqaZDP0Nr9X9XZaYJCbYTU-6UQq_heidcb1TCPQBaJWmmPMgtK14SeSMN5XIpN4Y4BzsdQLrN/s1600/DSCN7714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpbi_IJrs12hiMdaT8UvdxJNBBeuBweCI6BgM1iqXl3TAXvm3-fFA7AI2PkBtL9JcUgHnqaZDP0Nr9X9XZaYJCbYTU-6UQq_heidcb1TCPQBaJWmmPMgtK14SeSMN5XIpN4Y4BzsdQLrN/s400/DSCN7714.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Hearts crack without tears. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAv_3os8RW-4sgpHqO-CT2K_5XX7RryHGjpjaKF9ClbWsPHmkXZjmOScKewTIOk2CA-cPHEC-tMYz6VTko5jX-JgfczDJW9rRZWpTITVB1DwwcyU5GDSqM72Z1pwrD-aHV8GQtAw2AyWKp/s1600/DSCN8050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAv_3os8RW-4sgpHqO-CT2K_5XX7RryHGjpjaKF9ClbWsPHmkXZjmOScKewTIOk2CA-cPHEC-tMYz6VTko5jX-JgfczDJW9rRZWpTITVB1DwwcyU5GDSqM72Z1pwrD-aHV8GQtAw2AyWKp/s400/DSCN8050.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Skin cracks and peels from lack of moisture. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiN2LJeFSa9kBl1LF83J_d5wiNGX4ag75qgm_lTYs9L3f5Lh94HY2f-1fsadoEe1qWpzcxs-382aZwQWg1VprAcCuOGmBP5de9ZgyBUcndp1qS0jl3zv8Z-0XuKtnc0Zv4CBL-k7Sx2JF8/s1600/DSCN7847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiN2LJeFSa9kBl1LF83J_d5wiNGX4ag75qgm_lTYs9L3f5Lh94HY2f-1fsadoEe1qWpzcxs-382aZwQWg1VprAcCuOGmBP5de9ZgyBUcndp1qS0jl3zv8Z-0XuKtnc0Zv4CBL-k7Sx2JF8/s400/DSCN7847.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Heads crack against buttresses impenetrable. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheF1ojFddCj4109wfFH20cRYuaQQmYyfQ1lzNnEpg8B7pV3YWW5SoJfwgSwxttnUyGGGaH1eTF3qSfm_LMt7hva77qOT2NiT1PXaxhYWcgSvED7MSmDeXqMea7Ie7PpFBV3CU0pQHRZ8LB/s1600/100_0692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheF1ojFddCj4109wfFH20cRYuaQQmYyfQ1lzNnEpg8B7pV3YWW5SoJfwgSwxttnUyGGGaH1eTF3qSfm_LMt7hva77qOT2NiT1PXaxhYWcgSvED7MSmDeXqMea7Ie7PpFBV3CU0pQHRZ8LB/s400/100_0692.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Our bones crack from heavy packs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOwHFjN-LbWcYwoH1for7jWXGiQYNjEKrMFAmkMpmyBcxN4b72-CKM9SZpmY8S6MhFuHJXhT6OqOQ0U06wNNl_FiRQ-DxD4SlWnFEcNExF724NWZui67dLXRqlXNsvSL2kZE3SoOgr3xR/s1600/DSCN7871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOwHFjN-LbWcYwoH1for7jWXGiQYNjEKrMFAmkMpmyBcxN4b72-CKM9SZpmY8S6MhFuHJXhT6OqOQ0U06wNNl_FiRQ-DxD4SlWnFEcNExF724NWZui67dLXRqlXNsvSL2kZE3SoOgr3xR/s640/DSCN7871.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Finally, our very souls crack open </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">wetting cracked lips.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFpaeb3VXinUeN3f9M5zgsTGpCw6jJ-2orMgFm91PjFzOCtbWmenH5DMTLe4fU1taQ77AkmQ5E6ebZwiglw1Z9WOtpFYkR2hw9_oiKioV1ZDpD6CkjpbVJOgk5g0Ei_3wlNvcJMuy4R0N/s1600/DSCN7956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFpaeb3VXinUeN3f9M5zgsTGpCw6jJ-2orMgFm91PjFzOCtbWmenH5DMTLe4fU1taQ77AkmQ5E6ebZwiglw1Z9WOtpFYkR2hw9_oiKioV1ZDpD6CkjpbVJOgk5g0Ei_3wlNvcJMuy4R0N/s400/DSCN7956.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> It's the only way to find our voice. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEharJB9uitaK3y8bpOKWCi-Dd_F4jBvnf2TNf8mPBs-iZgGPWFjSwakdFLrX4kJF9WVD3j7_8bw0F_R4MAL7Zr5SG-QuQMoYshoHNgtc9ggxNyaLVxDuqXve7GCa7jij_cYwO11JG0NUhDL/s1600/DSCN7958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEharJB9uitaK3y8bpOKWCi-Dd_F4jBvnf2TNf8mPBs-iZgGPWFjSwakdFLrX4kJF9WVD3j7_8bw0F_R4MAL7Zr5SG-QuQMoYshoHNgtc9ggxNyaLVxDuqXve7GCa7jij_cYwO11JG0NUhDL/s400/DSCN7958.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Take courage my friend. Being cracked open lets your story out. It is still being written. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-58393736257032559602010-11-11T16:50:00.000-08:002010-11-11T16:53:39.387-08:00Bird Below<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTewk_P4qTSPno9ENAcQIMPu26sNZ5oo5LGmnVZKs6T_KvAC-6KQH9MiGfxLw-SAib3qEqom2QjqhgPF-8SVwdCja44IcXUfkElidYSbXN75CNliCzXTqbhoZsxerkp7_fIBg5ujoSbTD/s1600/DSCN7867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTewk_P4qTSPno9ENAcQIMPu26sNZ5oo5LGmnVZKs6T_KvAC-6KQH9MiGfxLw-SAib3qEqom2QjqhgPF-8SVwdCja44IcXUfkElidYSbXN75CNliCzXTqbhoZsxerkp7_fIBg5ujoSbTD/s400/DSCN7867.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
White bird<br />
circling high<br />
above the valley<br />
weaves a bouquet of<br />
mountains together<br />
below me <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Waimea Canyon, Kauai. November 2010Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-77196605979527462802010-11-06T18:06:00.000-07:002010-11-07T00:25:45.985-07:00Playground for Light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIk6GB-fMngw_h8PcMNMoEyFVNldlQHIJIRtEm18hqCEQqHTVf3bsvFpOT69kXvfrzHDLXvREVcTGTJQgiFTOl5mh2U5kDgsa8vPf4iBcOFbFVVu9LKNcsPouM7xBUW83DWYy-jdFnywXh/s1600/DSCN7773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIk6GB-fMngw_h8PcMNMoEyFVNldlQHIJIRtEm18hqCEQqHTVf3bsvFpOT69kXvfrzHDLXvREVcTGTJQgiFTOl5mh2U5kDgsa8vPf4iBcOFbFVVu9LKNcsPouM7xBUW83DWYy-jdFnywXh/s400/DSCN7773.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">End of season fluff </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">used to be harvested</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">by tribal prairie people</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">for diaper filling </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and women's flow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Bed mats too, softening </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sleep on earthen floors.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soft cotton free and plentiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Disposable?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Recyclable? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Renewable?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Back then? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Farmers hate it like </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">gardeners hate dandelions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> One strong gust spreads </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">millions of floating seeds waiting</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to root. Blackbirds roost and </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">nest in cattail marshes before</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">deciding to strip a field of </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sunflower seeds. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"But wait, please don't kill the cattails" ~ I pled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My first firefly show</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">happened here</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">long ago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The glow of it</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> has yet to dim. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gallant Loverby </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">got wet catching</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">one buzzing light ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a love trophy for </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">me, his new bride.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Captured magic </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~love's light~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">magnified in </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a mason jar. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This fall, Loverby stopped to let me take a picture at a thriving cattail colony in the slough. It was still there in spite of planes spraying for complete eradication all those years ago. I had gone crazy when I realized they were systematically trying to rid the prairie of magical places where fireflies played. When I came stumbling into the house sobbing because the planes were spraying overhead with a vengeance - my mother in law held me and cried with me. She explained that the blackbirds came in hoards like locusts and cleaned out the sunflower fields. The cattail sloughs were their breeding ground. They would have no harvest to harvest if something wasn't done. I hated not being able to offer an alternative.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was an idealistic young woman raging against the destruction of the place where cotton batting grew free, and light played and lived.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I still don't notice blackbirds. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86-sTuZktorh9PFVbLcFHxV_rTEb3plnJ3ruUaJHEw_E1G4iie78keN4PmzsOyU9M47vsi-RP68Nv79xJoSoBybWB5sCmfBKv2KeAKMpAX6SLVdh4vUCX7W10uZ4RjN4rZ-ukh_pJgWLe/s1600/DSCN7775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86-sTuZktorh9PFVbLcFHxV_rTEb3plnJ3ruUaJHEw_E1G4iie78keN4PmzsOyU9M47vsi-RP68Nv79xJoSoBybWB5sCmfBKv2KeAKMpAX6SLVdh4vUCX7W10uZ4RjN4rZ-ukh_pJgWLe/s400/DSCN7775.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-39779779019403593222010-11-06T16:52:00.000-07:002010-11-06T16:52:05.899-07:00Cellar Remains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ffXmC8uN-SW8WqQgzc6IwYqzKApjHRa6HUgZ-zAh66qotf_4F542_Gw7MJ8kij4BZpZvNnoa_f9SjfrBGmPuw_oFzY3cTObKmkvGwwJKAolOsOCKAT0UeBg_apXhRLjsr5NN094C0dGO/s1600/DSCN7717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ffXmC8uN-SW8WqQgzc6IwYqzKApjHRa6HUgZ-zAh66qotf_4F542_Gw7MJ8kij4BZpZvNnoa_f9SjfrBGmPuw_oFzY3cTObKmkvGwwJKAolOsOCKAT0UeBg_apXhRLjsr5NN094C0dGO/s400/DSCN7717.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Playmates won't slide down this cellar </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">door. It is gone like the house above. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rocks split on the grain </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">were dry stacked flush </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">by hard hands.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> An artist holding hammer </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and chisel raised the puzzle </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">one row at a time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Small rocks </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">fill empty spaces</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> between </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">big ones balancing careful </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">until corners meet </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">woven and strong. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This cool dark hole </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">preserved harvest well</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">until the long winter was done.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Homestead wives </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">went down stairs outside </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to the store around </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> the corner </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> underneath </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> their porch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-44380064864360926812010-09-14T10:53:00.000-07:002010-09-14T18:05:30.027-07:00Barefoot Heart<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Comes a time </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">a wintery time</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">between summers </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">when my </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">earth widened </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">sun browned </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">barefoot heart</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">has to squish </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">expansive parts</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">unwillingly</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">back inside</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">uncomfortable </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">tight spots </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">constrained by </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">framed by </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">culture</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">no air cleansing </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">no water cooling </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">no sand tickling </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">earthiness</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">no circles</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">only rows</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">no love feasts warm</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">celebrating at the table </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">of friends</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">only</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">clacking plastic </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">grating against shiny</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">metal holes passed somber </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">with </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">baskets of crumbs</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">dead and dry and tasteless</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">unable to breathe </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">or wriggle free</div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">monstrous waves </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">of panting panic</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">attack </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">until ties are loosened </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">buckles unfastened</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">restraints kicked </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">off and away toward </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">the preferred </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">expanse </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">of summertime's</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">intended </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">green </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">freedom</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">where </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">no blisters rub</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">my barefoot heart<br />
<br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">raw<br />
<br />
<i><b><br />
</b></i><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><i><b>Maureen encouraged me to join in the fun happening over at </b></i><a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/"><i><b>One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday.</b></i></a><i><b> Even though </b></i><i><b>I feel quite shy about it, playing with others and learning from them is good. Poetry only </b></i><i><b>recently found me. I'm most thankful. </b></i></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-37149436354883958092010-08-24T14:42:00.000-07:002010-08-24T14:42:43.995-07:00PretendingThe pile of end cut two by fours tempted me. It was fire wood for camping, but playing with it wouldn't hurt it any, would it?<br />
<br />
As I stacked two north and south on one layer, then two east and west the next ~ it grew quickly. The kids gravitated to the tower making. Soon they branched off with their own creative plans leaving me with a tiny midget of almost three years.<br />
<br />
When I had to start lifting her to put one more layer on, we decided to started another small tower just her size. She promptly stuck her legs in using one side for a seat, the other for a table. With me squatting on the ground outside her 'house', we had a tea party. Sticks were scones, dirt was sugar, leaves were saucers and cups. The cream had to be poured out of thin air.<br />
<br />
After a bit, she became concerned with the lopsided hospitality and insisted that I join her inside her 'house'. At first she had trouble understanding that my large body simply would not, could not fit. Puzzled, she looked around trying to solve the problem. Her eyes hit upon a wooden crate not far away. Leading me by the hand, she showed me my 'house'. She lit up with delight as we both took our places at the table and set out another, fresher tea party. It was very refined, and delicious. It felt like I had taken a turn into Neverland for a few moments. Tea parties with my girls were quite some time ago ~ mixing the memories from then into now ~ was sweet. It was a relief that I still remembered how to have a proper tea.<br />
<br />
An older and wiser little girl of six or seven came over to see what we were doing. She didn't understand the laughter. She didn't see the tea party accoutrements, the steam from our cups, or the lemon curd drizzling down the scones.<br />
<br />
She asked us what we were doing. A puzzled look scrunched her face as I told her, showed her, invited her. She shook her head no. I asked her if she ever played pretend. Again, she shook her head no, saying it was weird. As the grown up little girl walked away, I wanted to catch her up in my arms, and beg her to stay and play.<br />
<br />
The shortest sentence in scripture is: Jesus wept. So did I.Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-88184419785713667942010-08-02T06:31:00.000-07:002010-08-02T06:37:52.272-07:00Passion Play<b><br />
</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://www.needfire.com/">Need Fire </a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">was one of the Celtic bands playing at the Scottish Highland Games in Enumclaw this weekend. They took turns sharing one of the stages with <i><b><a href="http://www.wickedtinkers.com/">The Wicked Tinkers</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">. </span></b></i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></b></i></span></b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqvc9rrXmRolp9IOj8OOPYCLuKT0vDDNosmD9Bo0pfHyl37VjEQJLQkexx3Rx_3QqJ6zMw34ay43fJzOrYiUTGtQQy6wEqEZFO-Al8TetbIUe-0bQknxbvXUVoRgwjDFLkyGMFoyd6XWo/s1600/Michael+at+2009+Smoky+Hill+River+Fest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqvc9rrXmRolp9IOj8OOPYCLuKT0vDDNosmD9Bo0pfHyl37VjEQJLQkexx3Rx_3QqJ6zMw34ay43fJzOrYiUTGtQQy6wEqEZFO-Al8TetbIUe-0bQknxbvXUVoRgwjDFLkyGMFoyd6XWo/s400/Michael+at+2009+Smoky+Hill+River+Fest.jpg" width="367" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></b></i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></b></i></span></b><br />
Little Michael Purser plays the didgeridoo and the fiddle for <b>Need Fire</b>. At the end of the day, I noticed his fiddle bow was nearly shredded. I asked him if this was a common occurence. He shyly hung his head and admitted that it was. If a fiddle bow could look happy, that one did. Completely tired and happy.<br />
<br />
Since I was without a camera or phone to record the evidence, I asked <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=138270&id=97387261088">Lauren Madison</a> if she had any pictures of it. Turns out she is a <a href="http://madisonsquared.com/">photographer</a> and gave me permission to dig up and use any she had taken of Michael.<br />
<br />
Both of these celtic bands have pipers and drummers who send primal shivers down your spine and entice you to shed your inhibitions while you listen. What happens the Highland Games stays at the Highland Games......<br />
<br />
At the end of life, I want to be shredded from being passionately used. Used long and hard and joyously.<br />
<br />
Shredded passion ~ unstrung ~ then restrung only to be shredded once again by the music maker.<br />
<br />
Play me.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDIQkTpiuuTpq74ZW2besPvFMActMMLAC9DdW33H23c_ZJPjpR8uaKBtTRF2XXw96o5qa5j4Ipft4Aol9SXyWmL5QRB9I-hI_OD1SnUkRKcXwe5CjatxOitm6BrBrvU2Nanh62bONmxbr/s1600/19269_242778931088_97387261088_3337014_8252003_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSDIQkTpiuuTpq74ZW2besPvFMActMMLAC9DdW33H23c_ZJPjpR8uaKBtTRF2XXw96o5qa5j4Ipft4Aol9SXyWmL5QRB9I-hI_OD1SnUkRKcXwe5CjatxOitm6BrBrvU2Nanh62bONmxbr/s640/19269_242778931088_97387261088_3337014_8252003_n.jpg" width="425" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVUlr4d0F4RnYgDfwr4wY8jOoo3UEsMVoByf0GR4UQefOTPnYTDl9CaDB3P8aC6nNexR30q1KcjsBpAZG2AThIN5-JrbVhHL4tvzeAOKkCNkdAsQxj8b83mlnRnXcA4190FTf4JvmTgxb/s1600/19269_242778841088_97387261088_3337005_6291163_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVUlr4d0F4RnYgDfwr4wY8jOoo3UEsMVoByf0GR4UQefOTPnYTDl9CaDB3P8aC6nNexR30q1KcjsBpAZG2AThIN5-JrbVhHL4tvzeAOKkCNkdAsQxj8b83mlnRnXcA4190FTf4JvmTgxb/s400/19269_242778841088_97387261088_3337005_6291163_n.jpg" width="400" /></a>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-79847313430576942712010-07-30T09:43:00.000-07:002010-07-30T09:43:16.656-07:00Coupling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldzLPn5tBki6qx2PZ6ZlVwskqtJ79_-78_6XLcdiytsr7tjIQbz2P69RtG6PDE2Bm-wacG27ojNLXa6JzTdY4NAaDX9w3p-qLWbgQC7U25G3bisTpGkX1i5B0HTqKcEX5EOFpAbaDfYJ-/s1600/DSCN7310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldzLPn5tBki6qx2PZ6ZlVwskqtJ79_-78_6XLcdiytsr7tjIQbz2P69RtG6PDE2Bm-wacG27ojNLXa6JzTdY4NAaDX9w3p-qLWbgQC7U25G3bisTpGkX1i5B0HTqKcEX5EOFpAbaDfYJ-/s400/DSCN7310.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is how trains do it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-4445310707936104932010-07-12T11:33:00.000-07:002010-07-12T11:33:58.568-07:00Loving Family FoodOverweight and morbidly obese are defining words for me. My 76 year old mother came to visit last week along with Lisa, my baby sister, and two of her youngest.<br />
<br />
One afternoon it was so warm that the batch of sourdough bread I was making for supper had to be baked early. The neighbor kid smelled it, as did Loverby as he arrived home from work.<br />
<br />
Hot bread doesn't have a chance. We all hovered in the kitchen where we demolished a large pan of buns slathered with butter and peach freezer jam. Appetizer course before supper. We were breadless for supper, no apologies.<br />
<br />
The next night, mom was delighted to discover the freezer full of blackberries. She is famous for her pie.<br />
<br />
She baked two lovely, flaky berry pies. Dessert was a french vanilla ice cream dollop on the side melting away from the warmth of the crust.......<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIDGwUpVxNcn1e7KI_fy_OHDS0gYjFx7l6qA74GVgU9123DGbq12FbEUi08YyH7poMfNhZoMfxd7e6PSlRqZbYrPxoxtIPyfi49e92H7ggkw59NmzA8fL_cq6bCWp9iZ5VGmf_q2vujlp/s1600/DSCN6993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIDGwUpVxNcn1e7KI_fy_OHDS0gYjFx7l6qA74GVgU9123DGbq12FbEUi08YyH7poMfNhZoMfxd7e6PSlRqZbYrPxoxtIPyfi49e92H7ggkw59NmzA8fL_cq6bCWp9iZ5VGmf_q2vujlp/s320/DSCN6993.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<br />
Food feels like eating love. Swallowing, chewing, drooling love.<br />
<br />
Fast food, prepackaged food, Costco crap, processed and refined foods don't tempt me.<br />
<br />
Real food made with loving hands and passionate hearts, plated and served with joy; irresistable.<br />
<br />
Family, friends and food just go together fantastically. Right? The last 'f' word is FAT. Unfortunately.<br />
<br />
My chin has tripled and my stomach is splayed out across my thighs as I sit. I have no lap at the moment.<br />
<br />
I am unable to walk, jog, or bend over, but perhaps I can waddle out to the garden and water?Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-74016512335954521592010-07-01T21:07:00.000-07:002010-07-01T21:17:01.419-07:00Driftwood DayThe heat was nearly turned on today. Once again, I reclaimed my practical nature and put on socks and a cozy sweater instead. One more sunless day.<br />
<br />
Our lawn looks like a pasture that needs cut and baled. The peas are leggy. Two rows of spinach bolted before they became edible. A rhubarb bed collapsed in on itself with rotten pithy stalks. A bed of peppers and basil haven't grown an inch since I planted them long ago. Pretty midget garden.<br />
<br />
We have a generous crop of fungus popping up everywhere. It is equivalent to cancer for the garden and yard. I have no ideas for chemo or radiation treatments. They don't resemble anything you buy in the store, so I believe they are poisonous. Why can't they be $15.00 a lb portablellos?<br />
<br />
All of our walls inside are either red, dark green, or a rich butter yellow. As I sat cross legged on the couch feeling like I was in a dark cave, I considered painting everything white before next winter. A crying jag erupted at the thought of sterile walls. White walls make me itch.<br />
<br />
Craig came home during this breakdown. When he figured out there weren't any hopeful dinner smells coming from the kitchen, he quickly went to plan Q. Plan B, C, or D weren't even considered.<br />
<br />
Plan Q includes many things. First, he dries my tears as he leads me to the bedroom. The door is locked. I get tucked gently under warm down quilts. We snuggle skin on skin until life starts flowing in. Endorphins start flooding. Love blooms. Relief and release of real and imagined worries fly away.<br />
<br />
The afternoon seemed brighter somehow, even though the sky was dripping still.<br />
<br />
We got a wild hair to go out to a local beach and look for driftwood for a project we're working on. Maggie and I climbed around on heaped up, beached driftwood of all shapes and sizes. I filled a few bags and the back of the pick-up bed with treasures.<br />
<br />
I recovered my equilibrium somewhere between the sheets of our marriage bed, balancing on piles of castaway wood, and take out pizza. Grey is never nice, but it does sometimes have delicious texture.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj315oPI73Km1E5FMzXF3PdYfvUdVSfXCnyJv-CRt2xUVepxzb19GDd2mTJG3w_hVo4XbAC93zB6Verhajqm9sh8bh-dM0yKAepwhdnXJXClPUh8ObAblzHqrXSrbThtreRonEj-XVcWfUj/s1600/DSCN6889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj315oPI73Km1E5FMzXF3PdYfvUdVSfXCnyJv-CRt2xUVepxzb19GDd2mTJG3w_hVo4XbAC93zB6Verhajqm9sh8bh-dM0yKAepwhdnXJXClPUh8ObAblzHqrXSrbThtreRonEj-XVcWfUj/s400/DSCN6889.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94dhjRzT5ItighW3yAjLDTwQwyFOZetQg00sSoRb1KYRRTIYPt-8syiXOVlfB256PkMqQ2Sak1JGblCDXaUrS9FsHkc_jA9p8ycE-m-lTm-waRkcShC4axFZygst-yHMSopLXHi84H9tf/s1600/DSCN6890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94dhjRzT5ItighW3yAjLDTwQwyFOZetQg00sSoRb1KYRRTIYPt-8syiXOVlfB256PkMqQ2Sak1JGblCDXaUrS9FsHkc_jA9p8ycE-m-lTm-waRkcShC4axFZygst-yHMSopLXHi84H9tf/s400/DSCN6890.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-7iK5U_QicQKqB0S00HVxB4fYtyt4VADeYsl3FH4NwYFKmJwMa_bILMXvHCxrOKyf_gNpe1R7iGbj26uZdsMvx-CvIukdhGAklCWwoAWJBk5Kxpb1Ovh7xnpb-uJQz5GfzRtafTrqZIt/s1600/DSCN6891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-7iK5U_QicQKqB0S00HVxB4fYtyt4VADeYsl3FH4NwYFKmJwMa_bILMXvHCxrOKyf_gNpe1R7iGbj26uZdsMvx-CvIukdhGAklCWwoAWJBk5Kxpb1Ovh7xnpb-uJQz5GfzRtafTrqZIt/s400/DSCN6891.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEe4cDCWQx9lSHI8CYMCTvUQFxw5yiAL2RL2yBwSOKccJY5F87o9SdZ5w7PsjaiGVgz4c6Gmaiy5676bMRdE81tkPV2H0yD0tFqMRxAzfm2IxMo2iPu-HdbKjYar6odaZrYrSTmCQKscy6/s1600/DSCN6892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEe4cDCWQx9lSHI8CYMCTvUQFxw5yiAL2RL2yBwSOKccJY5F87o9SdZ5w7PsjaiGVgz4c6Gmaiy5676bMRdE81tkPV2H0yD0tFqMRxAzfm2IxMo2iPu-HdbKjYar6odaZrYrSTmCQKscy6/s400/DSCN6892.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadDbBuUXGvMBUmuT8DAEJs5vR9jOA81m61Vu08aaZNf70H5sPm4bYsCuD0I3mXkVr_kGhurgjvFsyw86RlpSX7E9tJF7tiSGAiOfP1iMjFFZROWmA0AdEBbkM0P6EZRsDjqsYuFF09jzU/s1600/DSCN6893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadDbBuUXGvMBUmuT8DAEJs5vR9jOA81m61Vu08aaZNf70H5sPm4bYsCuD0I3mXkVr_kGhurgjvFsyw86RlpSX7E9tJF7tiSGAiOfP1iMjFFZROWmA0AdEBbkM0P6EZRsDjqsYuFF09jzU/s400/DSCN6893.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVr5Hto6dWEYn7oU1IJCDfCtM-TDId5bUwv2pN1foD2sQ4JSTjnUm_viRrZP55OlvVFRElhdAFWA4J2vbpAPCR_vOr6Z6iRZAIxKbUUov3s4xfrNpqZYP1vJHvcxPicbWki4yhqq1RYlh/s1600/DSCN6896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVr5Hto6dWEYn7oU1IJCDfCtM-TDId5bUwv2pN1foD2sQ4JSTjnUm_viRrZP55OlvVFRElhdAFWA4J2vbpAPCR_vOr6Z6iRZAIxKbUUov3s4xfrNpqZYP1vJHvcxPicbWki4yhqq1RYlh/s400/DSCN6896.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWObhZkE0ay0hSmeBwSIZOirFnVeI52D8kEW-9zum-ABQjiJ0nTwoxHPJb72NOKcglvbNA93L1r4fahba_g03u93A8K_rzLs6OE1X4Mcyum60Kgf41oiRnNVdOEeiX6j15iHBMC-MgDiUd/s1600/DSCN6898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWObhZkE0ay0hSmeBwSIZOirFnVeI52D8kEW-9zum-ABQjiJ0nTwoxHPJb72NOKcglvbNA93L1r4fahba_g03u93A8K_rzLs6OE1X4Mcyum60Kgf41oiRnNVdOEeiX6j15iHBMC-MgDiUd/s400/DSCN6898.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRO4iLD7PtlPjUrZ_ftuOclxLBhMwb3ide1dm_depjBxrY9SNHIK-KIdBt7PhAy5rBUm-rhs8SOL0nkkbhm3uvCXoO0UnehK8mYeNc8D6MrXtCTa4Emd5AWKjZT1KVKg7C-uwGltZHYUe/s1600/DSCN6894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRO4iLD7PtlPjUrZ_ftuOclxLBhMwb3ide1dm_depjBxrY9SNHIK-KIdBt7PhAy5rBUm-rhs8SOL0nkkbhm3uvCXoO0UnehK8mYeNc8D6MrXtCTa4Emd5AWKjZT1KVKg7C-uwGltZHYUe/s400/DSCN6894.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vtwCmkoMgXtO703xLC-zgIRAjmN_vVTCWyp_pu8AWiyyQYaMWFKgibMXkCPGMZYlDdwt5nALqDpJ3zrHV6ZZE-5SrtcVCh5_z7SwRmVJrNZH0YQANuvi6Qc7Mvj6AmQCWxVA_ZLOHs82/s1600/DSCN6897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vtwCmkoMgXtO703xLC-zgIRAjmN_vVTCWyp_pu8AWiyyQYaMWFKgibMXkCPGMZYlDdwt5nALqDpJ3zrHV6ZZE-5SrtcVCh5_z7SwRmVJrNZH0YQANuvi6Qc7Mvj6AmQCWxVA_ZLOHs82/s400/DSCN6897.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-31487384058733433232010-06-21T05:54:00.000-07:002010-06-21T05:54:06.518-07:00Spent<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkw-Za7Pdf-gN1HNtFf2KHdlZumKzwVOkF19nnlbo0EfP604L4JidAFziZt7yMvsdvF_Mgxtszj4C6ZOWaKiLo4pcBdw0JH56bDk8qOBefNcRpBrQYUfzrN3gE43b96AY7I9HRKsY7Cro/s1600/DSCN6708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkw-Za7Pdf-gN1HNtFf2KHdlZumKzwVOkF19nnlbo0EfP604L4JidAFziZt7yMvsdvF_Mgxtszj4C6ZOWaKiLo4pcBdw0JH56bDk8qOBefNcRpBrQYUfzrN3gE43b96AY7I9HRKsY7Cro/s400/DSCN6708.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After blossom is gone, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> delicate bones remain. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Evergreen clematis blooms early. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Empty pods reminding</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">me at a glance ~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> what once was </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> might be possible again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fragile skeleton memory.</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-14058420407356580822010-05-27T20:19:00.000-07:002010-05-27T20:20:44.369-07:00Mother Things<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"></span><br />
<div>Here is a valuable piece sifted from Ruth Riechl's book, <i>Not Becoming My Mother...and Other Things She Taught Me. </i><br />
<br />
<i></i>She is the editor of 'Gourmet' cookbook.<br />
<br />
The following excerpt from the book is a letter from a man who wrote to the author's mother after spending time with her one evening. It seems like he was older and wiser, nothing romantic. He saw so much potential in her that he couldn't help but write her a note and encourage her.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>Go ahead into life, full-blooded, courageous and leap for the adventure. But you must do it soon---before the summer of your youth has cooled into caution. You are magnificently charming--and you come like a torrent. But you will be spent on the futility of little things. You are not a watercolor. you are carved out of life--and there can be no petty hesitancies about you. </blockquote></div><div><div><br />
(This was passed on to me via my friend Emily. She reads cookbooks for fun. Marcella Hazan easily trumps Jamie Oliver and Julia Child both; when Emily has her apron on.) </div></div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-3323569276543351082010-05-25T21:58:00.000-07:002010-05-25T21:58:43.623-07:00Gently Used<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16OnhWdJRFngMIRFVHRR1jOe6TLaiZKFvPThiCTGZwtah7yzKSi1WNpFiTDpnpK_WUw8orxRGGEBLIsV-baeoiHlm7rz_mJXnQFXU6_DFLNwx1Rh6MhQzeOZvMr8-wjC8wHRgG0DfG67-/s1600/DSCN6698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16OnhWdJRFngMIRFVHRR1jOe6TLaiZKFvPThiCTGZwtah7yzKSi1WNpFiTDpnpK_WUw8orxRGGEBLIsV-baeoiHlm7rz_mJXnQFXU6_DFLNwx1Rh6MhQzeOZvMr8-wjC8wHRgG0DfG67-/s400/DSCN6698.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Quilts are pieced together with with forethought and love. The more they are used, the softer and more puckered they become. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm sure if they had a say in it, they would choose to be cuddled until the colors blended and wore through. Tight hand stitching keeps it together even when the fabric gives way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love scrapbag antique quilts best. Re-purposed fabric from clothes. It seems like they whisper a better traveler's story. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Someone said, 'we should be completely used up, poured out and worn to a nubbins when we die'. Or something like that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I concur. :) </div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623052362504592935.post-27458669915839528522010-05-25T09:51:00.000-07:002010-05-25T09:51:45.691-07:00Spoonin'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIBYel1eeeWxB7iv3WUpU_ZSM9s6WIMFOtsmxN6xMcbMlKFpHEp3DmJ3h86_jtV7JW8YZdgKPQU1qkCOrL8-1-5Sl-2d1UUtnDKRxA6SmRRaJra7VkIA6k795r-cnHWF1DghCsY5X655r/s1600/DSCN6737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIBYel1eeeWxB7iv3WUpU_ZSM9s6WIMFOtsmxN6xMcbMlKFpHEp3DmJ3h86_jtV7JW8YZdgKPQU1qkCOrL8-1-5Sl-2d1UUtnDKRxA6SmRRaJra7VkIA6k795r-cnHWF1DghCsY5X655r/s400/DSCN6737.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These are called <i><b>love spoons</b></i>. I found them in Wales. It was impossible to pick only one. I was smitten with the handcrafted artistry. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Traditionally, when a young man started courting a girl, he began the process of carving his first gift to her. Maybe he was admired for his craftsmanship and his choice of wife? Perhaps she was admired for being worth so much effort and symbolic care? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Girls? We still want wooed. Pursued. Won. Courted with creative words and actions of love. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Loverby still makes me feel like this, after 21 years. It doesn't look like a spoon ~ one bursting gift of creative inspiration to seal the <i>getting</i> part. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>It looks more like </b><i><b>tender hearted loving kindness in action</b></i><b>. Whenever it is now. He decides ~ day after grueling day to generously and continuously help me feel chosen, like </b><a href="http://www.angelfire.com/tx/morninglory/lingo.html"><b>Johnny Lingo's Eight Cow Wife. </b></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.angelfire.com/tx/morninglory/lingo.html"></a><i><b>Some days it must be a most difficult task. Carving a spoon with only your fingernails would seem easier, I'm almost certain. </b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><b>Thanks for your steadfast, forebearing, never failing, stout heart, Loverby. </b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">iLike. iDo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.com3