My heart hurts tonight.  Thank you, Notorious RBG.
Body at rest, spirit free.
We will never forget.

I get a chuckle every time I go by this mailbox. 

One of the residents has a cousin who is convinced she collects rubber duckies--the sort you put in your bathtub.  She does not collect them.  She never has collected them.  But she is accumulating them because her cousin keeps giving them to her "for your collection."

And so she distributes them where she can.  I think she has about a hundred of them in her basement.  I find this hilarious.  I do love the look of the mailbox though.

It makes me wonder how often I may make assumptions about what people want or need, without checking them out.  In this case, her cousin is simply trying to be funny and kind.

Rubber duckies, and actual/real/live waterbirds, remind me of the practice of meditation and dipping into awareness...going beneath the surface of daily life, diving under surface appearances and the attention-grabbing distractions and simply allowing ourselves to  check in with ourselves for a few moments. 

Without this, we run the risk of bobbing along on the surface of it all, at the mercy of the waves and the current.

And speaking of meditation:

Here it comes.  Right on schedule, too.  I saw a few of these beauties on the path of my morning walk.  All the trees are still looking green and lush, but this is evidence of what will be here soon enough.

The weather has turned from horribly humid to dry and cool-ish, although that won't last.  Fine with me, as I prefer it.  I don't believe summer is quite done with us yet, however.

My latest meditation course (I'm teaching) appears to be off to a good start with absolutely wonderful students, all of them Certified Zentangle® Teachers (CZTs).  I am always reminded how CZTs are some of the kindest people anywhere.  It's a pleasure to get to know this group.

I'm also aware that today is the 19th anniversary of 9/11, a nightmarish day with a nightmarish aftereffect.  A good friend lost her brother on one of the hijacked planes that day.  His family will never be the same.  May all those connected with that event continue to heal as much as possible.

It's a bit early for the following poem, but I cannot resist.  I'm having autumn thoughts today.

Song for Autumn 
by Mary Oliver

Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now

how comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of the air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees, especially those with
mossy hollows, are beginning to look for

the fires that will come—six, a dozen—to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow?

The pond
stiffens and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its long blue shadows. The wind wags
its many tails. And in the evening
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

The big:  I spotted this amazing old stove for sale in the window of a business downtown today.  Imagine having to polish this!  Holy cow.  But it's such a great example of what the workmanship of every day objects used to be like.

And the small:  I dyed ten grams of yarn this afternoon; that's hardly anything!  But I'm still working on binding my rug and don't want to end up with a large amount of yarn that I likely wouldn't use for other projects.

The thing I love about the Wooly Mason Jar Dyeing system is that it allows you to do this and reliably replicate a color.  No matter how large or small the amount.  The entire project today, start to finish, took me no more than 10 minutes, including heating in the microwave.  It's a Canadian small business and Lucy, who created and runs it, is a dyeing genius.  Thanks, Lucy!

Ooops, I forgot to include this great poetry I spotted on Facebook this morning.  I wish I could attribute this to the author but I don't know who wrote it. 

After such a long time with no time for tangling, I went back to basics again with this highly meditative and simple tile.  It allowed for the focus to be on the meditative aspects of tangling, not on the tangling itself.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Ran it through an iPhone app next and got this silly version:

The final photos from Deerfield's (MA) Memorial Hall Museum.  Enjoy.  See the previous 5 posts for the rest. 

This post has some additional textiles and some non-textile surprises.

More photos from the recent show which included pieces from their permanent collection, at the Memorial Hall Museum in Deerfield, MA.


See the previous four posts for more goodies.

I'm pretty sure this was called "The Last Rose of Summer," and is in their permanent collection.  Embroidered.

Beautiful textiles from Deerfield's Memorial Hall Museum continued.  This is the fourth installment--and there will be at least two, possibly three more.

And, here we go with more wonderful textiles and other goodies from Deerfield's Memorial Hall Museum.  Some are particular to this exhibit which I think is over by 8/31 but others (most of these today, I think) are part of their permanent collection.

If you want to see the first two posts I did on this, they are from yesterday and the day before.

Last--and very definitely least (by comparison), here is my own bedspread.  It's mass-produced and frankly, cheap.  But when I was making my bed this morning, in between working on this blog post, I suddenly "saw" it for what it is--a pale imitation of these blue and white Deerfield embroideries that I've admired for decades!  And I never even made the association before.  DUH! 

It gave me a huge laugh.

Stay tuned for more Deerfield treats over the next few days.  I look a LOT of photos.

A lotta cats copy the Mona Lisa, but people still line up to see the original.
--Louis Armstrong

More from the Memorial Museum's current exhibit in Deerfield MA.  For the start of this series, see the previous post.

Last week I saw some truly lovely textiles at the Deerfield Memorial Museum.  Here's a small portion of what I saw.  I'll post more when I can.

I've been sitting in my house wearing a mask for the last three hours.  The HVAC guys are here, creating a separate heating/cooling zone for my second floor, which has been unbearably hot in the afternoons.  Since they are here and moving around, I've put on a mask.  I didn't notice it until about 15 minutes ago, but now it's increasingly uncomfortable.  But if that is what it takes to keep me and them safe, that's what I'll do.

The Mandala Star Rug is getting bound at last, after a lengthy hiatus from all textile work caused by my July meditation teaching schedule.  Both of the meditation courses I taught are done (hence the "Done" in today's post title) and all my paperwork around them has been turned in, so now I'm able to go back and finish this "pandemic rug" which has been waiting.  You can just see the purple yarn binding part of the lower edge in the above photo.  This may turn out to be my all-time favorite rug.  And I say that knowing that I designed, color planned, and hooked it, so it's really "all mine."  I just love it.  Too boastful?  I can't help it.

Thus, "Two Done" (the meditation courses) and "One Underway" (finishing the Mandala Star Rug is happening at last).

Hotter than Hades where I live this week; I'm lucky to have good air conditioning or I would be prostrate on my floor. 

Instead, I have been too busy to tangle or do any textile art.  It's all been great--I am engaged in teaching two meditation classes each week in July.  Both are practicums for my 2-year Teacher Training Program and the outcome will determine whether I get certified to teach mindfulness meditation or not.  When my in-person practicums fell apart due to the pandemic, my kind and generous fellow CZTs rescued me by signing up in droves for the two online courses I hastily put together. 

CZTs are incredibly nice people.  I was amazed by the level of interest in learning mindfulness meditation and will probably teach a couple of additional courses to try to accommodate those on the waiting list--and the global time zones of the would-be participants.  They came to my rescue from all over the globe!  Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my friends.

This has meant that I haven't done any art in weeks.  So about 4 nights ago, not having the energy to think, I decided to just draw lines on a tile that I had begun years ago; I had used a leftover "snowflake" paper cut-out I'd made years back and then it just sat there for a few years.  I found it the other night and my first three nights were spent just drawing random relaxing lines inside the string.  I did not use any tangles except Tipple.  And perhaps a case could be made for Pokeleaf but I wasn't even aware of or intending to draw that.

Here is the initial finished black and white tile:

It's possible I should have just left it plain like that, with some shading.  But today I did add color and shading and ended up with this.

I'm not sure what I think, or even if it matters; I am only sure that I enjoyed every line I put into this, so whatever the outcome, the process was very relaxing.

I've been so busy teaching mindfulness meditation that I haven't had time to tangle (except for that last post) in weeks.  Oh boy, do I miss it.  Today I took a class called Renaissance Gold with Stefanie van Leeuwen in Holland.  (I love Zoom!  It has opened up a globe-full of teachers.)  This was the tile I produced in class.

She's a gifted teacher.  You can find her by clicking on her name above.  This has been a wildly popular class for her and you can see why.  The class was packed with Certified Zentangle Teachers (CZTs), always a good sign--sort of like going to dine in a new-to-you ethnic restaurant and noticing that many of the patrons are of that particular ethnicity:  You immediately know you are in good hands and that your meal will be the Real Deal.  We all had a relaxing time.

Art offers sanctuary to everyone willing to open their hearts as well as their eyes.
--Nikki Giovanni

I am unbelievably rusty at tangling right now.  Why?  Because I was rug hooking like a fiend for two months; and for the last two solid weeks I've been preparing to teach two meditation classes that begin next week.  Online.   Online teaching is not optimal, but what else can we do in the middle of a pandemic?  We're just lucky to be able to do that.

This was an insomnia tangle, done around 1.30 am a few nights ago.  I needed to pick some tangles that wouldn't require any thought at all, so I chose Scena and a variation of Doo-dah.  Plus a little Therefore in the corners.  It was wonderful to be tangling again, but I fear I won't get back to it until August.  I'm teaching meditation for the entire month of July.  We'll see how it goes.

Insomnia
by Kathy Kenney-Marshall

I cannot get to sleep tonight.
I toss and turn and flop.
I try to count some fluffy sheep
while o'er a fence they hop.
I try to think of pleasant dreams
of places really cool.
I don't know why I cannot sleep -
I slept just fine at school.

It may look done, but it's far from done.  Just like this year.  Just like this never-ending plague.  After the hooking is completed, there is a LOT of cleanup--searching the back for large unhooked spots to fill in, trimming stray ends, then steaming it to lie flat and to "relax" it (a newly hooked rug is often stiff before being steamed), and then binding it.  I have only a small strip 1"x2" to hook.

You can see I've hooked in "2020" around the corner (lower left and middle right).  What a year.  And not quite halfway over yet, with some of the highest suspense still to come.

A haiku from Dave Hayes the Weather Nut that is perfect for tonight, across our troubled continent:

Fireflies light up;
The Milky Way Galaxy
appears in the fields.

--Dave Hayes

Dave writes haikus frequently and posts them to his Facebook Page; they are always wonderful.  Today is Juneteenth; a good time to contemplate this poem.  Perhaps the fireflies and the Milky Way will light our way through all this darkness.

I needed to dye some yarn to bind a rug that I'm nearly finished with, so I did a test skein and was pleased.  Just ten grams.  I liked both the color and the value.

But then I needed to dye a 4 oz (about 113g) skein to match the test skein.  I'm sure I'll need a lot more yarn than that for the binding, but the big question was, could I match that tiny test skein with a regular size.  Results below!

In each of the two photos above, the same tiny test skein is on the right.  In the first photo on the left, you can see that the 4 oz skein came out too light.  Pretty but not quite a match.  I had actually already overdyed that 4 oz skein because my first try was SO light that the mismatch was even more obvious.  So what you are seeing on the left was an overdye with additional dye solution.

On the right is the finished product.  That was the 2nd overdye using even more dye solution.  Voila, perfection!  I wanted some slight variation and I got it, but I also matched the color of the small test skein.  Now that I know how much dye solution to use, I should have no trouble dyeing more yarn to match as I start binding the rug. 

We're still in the middle of a pandemic and we're back in the center of facing racism and injustice in America for the first time in a long time.  It's been a very hard few months for this country and the rest of the world.

But, today is sunny.  It's lovely out.  The color I got was perfect. It all feels great, despite all our current issues, just in this moment.  A lovely respite.

"Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine." --Anthony J. D'Angelo

Yum yum yum!  The recent full Strawberry Moon is one of my favorites every year.  This is why.  Wow, were these ever tasty.

"Never forget that Justice is what Love looks like in public."
-Cornel West

With everything that is underway in this country, I have no words except to quote Cornel West's thoughtful statement on what Love should look like in public.

Tonight is cloudy, but last night's moon--on its way to being full--was glorious.

Despite the turmoil and troubles in this country right now, I had a chance to take a class with Zenjo this morning, just to get myself going on tangling again.  Yes, it is so important to make our voices heard.  And, it's also important to take time to center ourselves so that we are responding effectively and skillfully, not just reacting from our (horrified) emotions.  And so I chose to take two hours of a class to find my center.  Here are the results--we first did a black and white tile, and then after the class was over I decided to tart up the tile with color.  Thanks, Jo, for a lovely calming time.

"And if you are to love,
love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night.
It only unveils the beauty of the dark."
--Isra Al-Thibeh

My closest friend, to whom I gave this rug that I hooked years ago (2013), just sent me a photograph of the rug and the sculpture above it in her home.   I love her arrangement.  After I gave her the rug she gave me the carved horse figure above it, which she had found in the Southwest.  Eventually I realized the carving needed to be with the rug.  They are a perfect match.

I dyed the teal and red wools in the rug; the light color is actually an as-is, off-the-bolt yellow wool plaid.  I loved this pattern from Underhill Farms (no longer in business) but by the time I finished the hooking I was so thoroughly sick of looking at it that I gave it to my much-loved friend who had been drooling over it right from the start.  I'm delighted she still feels that way and it has a place of honor in her house.

Here is a better photograph of the actual rug.

An old friend--a former terrific boss who quickly transformed into a friend decades ago--has been asking me for some of my artwork.  Her name starts with and L so I decided to do an "embedded letter" piece for her.  I used Ellish as the main tangle since it's based on an L, and went from there.  On a renaissance (tan) tile with a black Micron PN, black Micron 01, and white chalk pencil.  With a touch of graphite.

This was the result of a class I took with the gifted teacher Romi Marks this afternoon.  She really can teach anything.  I'm calling this Big Fish Little Fish (and yes, I know one could see it as a Pisces image).  It was a lovely relaxing few hours.

"Spend a new penny on an old friend and share an old pleasure with a new friend."

A small piece in memory of my friend Val.
You are remembered.  You are loved and missed.

I am heartbroken over losing a good friend to COVID 19.  She had a long, gruesome struggle and it's finally over.  At some point about two weeks ago it became obvious that she was too damaged to come back to us, but the struggle went on.  And on.  And on.  Horrible.   She finally died last week and I have to say I was relieved on her behalf.  Now the grief sets in. 

But, there are still plenty of other wonderful people in the world.  One in particular--my 97 year old next door neighbor--called me last evening and told me she wanted me to come over to her property and cut myself a bouquet of her lilacs, "Since you don't have any on your land."  I went over this morning and did just that.  She even loaned me her garden shears.  I adore her, and she has absolutely no idea that I just lost a friend.  But somehow, she reached out anyway.  It just made my entire day.

You can imagine--I hope--the fabulous scent spreading through my home from her marvelous lilacs.  Thank you, Erm!  Kindness makes all the difference.

I've learned that people will forget what you said; people will forget what you did; but people will never forget how you made them feel.
--Maya Angelou