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A Good Friend (from Kiss The Moon)

Kiss The Moon Book Cover

Cover

 

 

You stayed the night
while I lumbered my body
through a partition
closing me from life.

While I fought
through a sea of memories
holding me hostage
to long and lonely years.

You saw me
through eyes of tears
reflecting the hardness
mine needed to smelt

with coals being fired
in a heart of no use.

But you stayed, close to my skin
and had you pulled away
I would have understood.
You stalk me yet and I stand.

My eyes have shed their steel casings,
now ground as dust beneath my heel.
I look inward to softer places
and find the world not so hard.

You tell me you need to stay close
because you wish to claim
my strength if only by association.
but I ask,

of what heavenly use is a soft shell crab?

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My Love Of Barns

002-1 final editWhen I was a young girl we moved to The Farm.   It was the most beautiful place my eyes had yet seen.   The red barn sat on a hill opposite the white house also sitting on an incline.   And outside any window were horizons as far as my eyes could see.   But the red barn became a focal point of all life lived on The Farm.   It was the beginning of the family’s day and the ending of it.   It was the home of cows and calves and for some years,  horses.   The animals lived on the main floor and their food was thrown down from the upper floor.   The smell of the place was warm always to the girl that I was.   And the upper floor,  with some boards always missing,  was home to the cats who kept the place free of those who would feast on grains and grow fat.   Barns became a favorite haunt of mine.    I looked for them when I was traveling somewhere well into my years.   By the condition of the barn one could gather what the financial state of the farm was.   How well the families were doing or how poorly.   It was the last place to get paint because of the priorities of everything else.   Hay and grain first for the animals,  health care and fences for them and upkeep of everything else which the Inspectors would mark off if your monies depended on outside buyers of your production.   Not an easy life but a vastly rewarding one.   My most influential years of my life;  they critically laid the groundwork for all my years to follow.  I am forever grateful.  My love of barns and farms has continued to this day.
This wall hanging is now for sale for $200.00.   The dimensions are 18″ wide by 27″ long.   Paypal is accepted.

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Sacred Permit

Sacred Permit

Sacred Permit

I am posting this wall quilt with the hope that it will be purchased for someone who is expecting a child.  It has always been mine to know that we come with a sacred permit that says we are chosen as our parents are also chosen.   I know this is not a commonly held concept,  especially because there are too many who hunger not only for food but for love as well.   But it does not prevent me from thinking that one day we will realize this is a world where new concepts can be chosen and new learning will take place.

The quilt is $120.00 with shipping included.  I know there is someone special for whom this quilt will have meaning.   Contact me with any questions you may have.   It was made with love and care from a grateful heart.

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A Wonderful Experience

Yesterday,  the day of the opening exhibit and reception was fun and enlightening.  Fun because meeting people is just that but enlightening because of the questions asked of me.   Comments such as ‘there are no two alike’ and also ‘how do you do it?’ and then ‘where did you train?’  And for me,  given to being long winded,  (as I am told) means that when I have a captive audience,  I love to introduce people to methods of doing.   And I told them what I have written in my blog many times.   Do and you will be shown how.   Depending on your desire and your perseverance, and your abilities to search out,  your thoughts will be honed to your project.  You will one day find that through these actions,  you will do what it is you have wanted to do.   And with practice,  your work will show your diligence.   Do and you will be shown how.   Good advice always.

I want to thank all those at Oak Park Arms for hosting my work and me and to let everyone know how professional they are.   Do stop by this month for my wall quilts will be there the rest of the month.   It is a welcoming place and you will be glad you stopped by.   I thank everyone again,  the guests as well as the staff.   It was a wonderful afternoon.

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The Gallery. . larger view

The Gallery

The Gallery

This is a larger view of The Gallery at Oak Park Arms in Oak Park, IL.    There are 22 wall quilts on view and for purchase.   Don’t forget my books,  Kiss The Moon,  The Woman Speaks and Gives Grace,  and also The Last Bird Sings will also be for purchase.    I am looking forward to meeting all of you who follow fromanupperfloor.com and those who have written and said you love my quilts.  The joy will be mine in meeting you.

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Upcoming Exhibit

Wall Quilt Gallery (partial)

Wall Quilt Gallery (partial)

 

This is a partial glimpse of the gallery at the Oak Park Arms in Oak Park,  IL.  The reception will be held on Sunday the 10th of February from 2-5 p.m.   We look forward to seeing the followers of fromanupperfloor.com.   The quilts and books,  Kiss The Moon and The Last Bird Sings can be purchased.   Do come.   Meeting you will be our pleasure.

 

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Midnight Blue

My version of a card in fabric.

My version of a card in fabric.

 

 

When we first received this card I knew I wanted to do my fabric version of it.   At the moment it is my favorite.   It will be on display for the February 10th exhibit at the Oak Park Arms.  There will also be a reception.   I hope those in the area will allow time on Sunday to join us.   I look forward to meeting you.   The quote on the quilt is mine. ‘My heart races to the brink now;  to the edge of the winter snows. ‘ Do come.  You are cordially invited.

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Conundrums

A miserable constitution should send one to class rather than to the doctor.

The true child of the universe walks in confidence.  It is the child held captive in the adult body who flounders helplessly.

There is no profit in knowing anything if it is not also a given.

Urchin is the adult in process.

If man does not do it right, how many more times will the earth be hospitable?

Any violation of a personal right, even the right to be unhappy or ill, carries a great penalty.

Relationships become more honed toward that which is left behind.

Pity has no place in a life so rich.

Pity is no friend.   He is the enemy who takes life.

It is quite a horrendous matter when we confront our own inadequacies and see our children have outscoped us in growth and awareness.

When stress becomes unbearable, we are then pressed to broaden our understanding and learn.

When man truly wants to learn he will.   Spirit discerns the well intentioned and the readiness of the student.

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A God Work

When we write our own personal ambitions out of the picture, we kill
all illusions.   I feel kindly toward illusions and see them for what they
are.   They are the finery with which we dress all the dailyness, all the
scullery to make it not only bearable but to elevate it also.  That is a
noble endeavor.   It is a god work.

There is much work for both men and women that I call scullery.  It
is the scut work that keeps civilizations from crawling on their
bellies.   I often thought that heaven was on the side of public utilities
for just that reason.   It was the only way to contain the diseases from
killing off humankind.

A lifetime of working with illusion can produce great results.   They
can add impressively to the record of man.   What we do is think a
problem through many times to come to some conclusions, strictly
by effort.   When that effort is noticeable, other elements contribute
and can be either visible or invisible.   When we think we can make a
difference and see positive results, it can be and often is illusion that
drives us.   When we see the results in the here and now it is a
reinforcing factor.   We must take into consideration that even when
our efforts are not visible,  we cannot discount them.   What are not
visible of course are the parallel worlds that the physicists as well as
mystics speak of.   When we think of thoughts as things, as having a
weight and a substance to them, they can be of use in many worlds.
It is not a far stretch from ‘my father’s house has many rooms.’   In
the Dead Sea Scrolls it was found in the gospel of Thomas where the
disciples questioned Jesus as to where they would go when they died,
convinced there was a place.   And he replied that they never
questioned where they had come from so why worry where they will
be going.   Since this has been an independent study for many years
with me,  I find the knowledge of many worlds comfortable.   It makes one clean up one’s thoughts a bit and maybe some might think it adds to my illusions.   But when we give weight to illusions and life to them, we also add to the richness of physical life.   No one knows for certain where our thoughts settle.   I hope that what I think will make my light brighter and our universe(s) all inclusive.

What I am certain of is a dim bulb soon goes out.

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The Homecoming

My warm breath makes a circle of clear space
on the frosted pane.  I gaze at empty horizons
willing your outline to appear
to give this day extra measure.

You move into view with water pails swinging,
from shoulders whose strength I know by heart,
with strides cleanly cutting
the knee high snow, effortlessly.

I move within the circle and my warm world,
eagerly awaiting your shout and stamp of feet
on the threshold, feeling already
your cold face along the line of my throat.
The woolen nap of your winter shirt
is rougher even than my hands.

It’s been too long you say since you left.
And I laugh.  Hardly time enough to clean the barn
for barely were you gone an hour.
And here already.  My day has taken shape.

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The stamp of feet, the key turns
and the door clicks open.
My hands press the smooth fabric of your
well tailored coat and do not catch.
I take the leather briefcase from your hands
and lift my head for the homecoming.
It’s been so long that you are gone, I say, and you laugh.
I’ve only been gone a week this time, you say.

I turn again to the window to find it frosted over.
And know that worlds have died
and been reborn in less time.

And today, another one.

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