First, she draws:
4 64 1

Then I stitch:


Here’s the week’s worth for week 9, the Sunday Seven. Not very inspired photography, I know, but it’s raining outside and I’m pooped.


Came across this today. Seems to fit and feed right now.

“Pressures from the social structure enter into the whole process of wrestling the poem into being. The challenge is not to be intimidated by convention.

I have often said, “I want to perfect my craft so I won’t have to tell lies.” So often, when you’re stumped, the temptation is just to back down, but when you feel this is so complicated or so tenuous that there’s no way you can say it, you have to persuade yourself you can say it, that there is a way of saying it, that there’s nothing that is unsayable. And this gives you strength for the next time.

The poem, by its very nature, holds the possibility of revelation, and revelation doesn’t come easy. You have to fight for it. There is that moment when you suddenly open a door and enter into the room of the unspeakable. Then you know you’re really perking.”

Stanley Kunitz in The Wild Braid


She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.