Lately I find myself not equal to the day’s events. And considering how close the century mark hovers, it is not unusual. But I cannot remember with this body how I rose to the occasions when events played havoc with my heart. So I take myself to the work table and create something from scratch. Normally it is to the kitchen but no thing seems palatable. So I am going to create from bits ready for trash, something still usable to feed my spirit.
Place a silicone sheet or a large piece of parchment on the ironing surface. Put a light 8×10 inch fusible web piece on it and then take scraps of fabric of a chosen color and cover the web. Place the colored pieces in whatever design you choose and then with a hot iron over another piece of silicone or parchment, press. Once fused the top sheet of silicone will lift off and the piece of now fusible colored bits will lift off the bottom silicone in one piece.
I free motion quilt over the fused fabric to make certain it holds together if not used right away. I don’t want movement in the fabric drawer loosening pieces of it. I use the fabric for wall quilts or small things. They make good mug mats or quilt squares.
I am still of the mind set that hands should not be idle. And every day is an adjustment as aging or illness takes what once were skills and of no thought. Even the threading of a needle becomes a major task when eyesight is not sharp or fingers become numb.
My knowledge has been such that whatever is fed into the mind is what will determine what world we inherit or how we are used when we transit. Everything teaches and it is up to me to feed that addiction I have for learning. These are what rust and moth do not destroy. These are the only gifts we take with us.
So today I share this with you. If the pieces are too small to handle with comfort, iron them onto fusible web and create a larger piece that gives rise to a something that has a wonderful outcome. You are limited only by boundaries you erect.
2 responses to “To Feed My Spirit. . . .”
Your colors and patterns make your beautiful trees Veronica. This is so good to remember. To do what we can when we can to create beauty, to feed ours and others souls. Those self imposed boundaries can suffocate.
Maria, they say that cages and walls protect us but they prevent the spirit from soaring when our wings are healed. . . .