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New Surroundings

photo (5)To those of you who have been following my blog and wondering when or if I would  return,
we are now established in our new surroundings in St. Johns, Florida.   Driving into the southern parts of these United States from West Virginia down,   I could only find one word to describe my beloved evergreens in profusion.  Wow! oh wow!   Wow!   I did not know that evergreens were indigenous to the area but oh my,  the highways are picture perfect in their upkeep with the evergreens marching in line as if in parade.   The Skyline Drive was magnificent along with the Blue Ridge drive once fog lifted.  We had a long time family friend  drive us so we enjoyed the trip as much as two aging passengers could.   And also traveling with us was our aging golden retriever.   He did better than the three of us.

It has taken a bit of time to set up all electronic equipment but we are good to go.   I hope to get on a regular schedule again soon and share with you what it is I have learned on this greatest of all journeys,  the one we call our life.   Our greatest contribution is what we can bring to every day, and if need be,  dipping even deeper into the well of who we are.   We know we are better than our oftentimes childish behavior and we only have to prove it.  Now I embark on the last quarter mile home and I wish it to be rich in those things of Spirit.  I hope I can make your days a reflection of only my best ones.   Join me.

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SMALL COMFORT

In the case of young women who have cracked glass ceilings,  I wish to remind them that generations of women have prepared partners for them who wish to parent their children.  That there were women free of commitments or those who shrugged those commitments  to do what they felt was theirs over the years  was a miracle of sorts.  There were others who had to care for their commitments and could only dance in place.   It is a larger picture than one generation and several lifetimes in the making.  The lone voice of Betty Friedan started the  uproar to the top floors and it was the shoulders of the generations of women our young women today have used as a staircase to the upper floors.

SMALL COMFORT

In waves, the moans
of the conscience stricken reached the heavens.
In waves, across the lands,
reaching tidal proportions,
the laments were cradled in the clouds;
due in time to wash across the hearts of the unborn.

The cries of why? why? and why?
were epidemic as they swept the Great Mind
and lodged in its bosom.
The gods, bewildered, wondered why (themselves)
the questioning continued when in ages past
man learned so well.

But now the ‘why?’ from woman’s lips
demanded an answer
to soothe her breast grown bloody with irritation;
a cancer eating her insides,
moving earth as well as heaven to answer.

‘I said’ no longer was sufficient for the rising tide
of an ego too long suppressed
and not to know its day.
No longer sufficient to walk in shadow,
when knowledge, full blown was hers.

The ‘I said’ no longer held terror
from either God or Man.
‘I said’ no longer could be used
to keep suppressed the horror in the cry
falling on man’s ears.

The children vanished from the hearth
and woman rose, unafraid.
No more the reason of hunger or cold
from winter’s snow to cover the babies’ heads,
as she found her head immune to pain
inflicted by mindless gods, both earth’s and heaven’s.

Too late she knew, but all in due time.
For progress, such as it was, had reason to bed.
The heel must first strike the ground
before the foot implants.

She did not know the muscle she had
to carry life’s burdens,
nor the control it required to balance it all.
Unknowingly, the ballet performance

was exquisite.

Sept. 1987

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Kiss The Moon Winner

I am pleased to announce that the winner of the drawing of Kiss The Moon is Luanne Thulstrup who is from the Northwest.   I wish to thank all those who entered and viewed my work.   And I wish to thank Maria Wulf for her generous offer to speak of the drawing on Full Moon Fiber Art.com.    She touches many people in ways we can only scarcely see.

And to all of you who found my work to be interesting and with a bit of surprise I do hope that you will continue to be visitors and to bookmark me.  I will be running drawings now and again for my books and a possible wall quilt at times.  Comments I especially look for because it is a way for me to judge what group responds to what I have written.

I especially want to encourage the broadening of our premises.   In a world with so many challenges,   we need broader foundations upon which to build our spiritual need of brotherhood.   It may be on our shoulders that this responsibility falls.   There is no doubt that we are equal to it.   Again,  I thank all of you,  and special thanks to Maria.

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Poetry Book Drawing

Kiss The Moon Book Cover

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This week there will be a drawing for the book of poetry called Kiss The Moon.   The number picked will be at random and I will announce the winner on Friday.   So when you comment on whatever post you like or have thoughts about,   I will be notified and I will put names in a container and the name will be drawn.

This is the first time I have done this and Maria at fullmoonfiberarts.com has been my encouragement.  I know there are many of you who like my poetry and perhaps you will be the one to be drawn this week.   The names through Thursday night will be eligible.

I am looking forward to the response from my readers.   I have enjoyed your e mails but you must go to http://fromanupperfloor.com to register your name and comments.   You will have four (4) days to do this.   The second printing cover of my book has slightly different printing, otherwise the art work is the same.   And most of the poetry on my blog is in the book.  Good luck to you.

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My Cosmic Valentine

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Every year  I wait for my Cosmic Valentine.   It comes after a summer of getting the harvest ready for another year until spring planting.   The summers for me were too long and the winters too short.   When winter came it gave the necessary time for me to feed my need for knowledge.   It was a time when all things came to a halt that were necessary to survive.   It was a time when my Spirit could be fed with days that were long and evenings even longer.   It was a time when snow came and covered all the infirmities of the Spirit with a damask linen of white on white.   It was then that the world smelled clean and crisp was the air as it slid down dry throats and rusty pipes.   This year of all years my Valentine was the most beautiful.   Heaven bent down and laid a kiss on my forehead and said,  for you I did this.   For you.   I wish the world would know this magnificent salve for the open wound we know as Mankind.

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A Good Friend (from Kiss The Moon)

Kiss The Moon Book Cover

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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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