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The Gallery. . larger view
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…
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Upcoming Exhibit
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…
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Midnight Blue
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…
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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.…
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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…
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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…
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A Fable and A Lark
Adam arrived and called Eve to join him for dinner. She did and they feasted well in the beginning of the great deep. Together they cavorted and played and made love while merry. Cain and Abel arrived and the merriment ceased. They bickered and fought and competed for their place in the sun. The gods…
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Let Us Vow
Let us vow. . . that when we cannot share our brother’s Light. we will hold the candle as he makes his way up. Let us vow. . . to embed love within our four walls so that our children will be instruments of Peace. Let us vow. . . to love one another so…
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Christmases Past
Lifetimes lived secreted behind the wooly frames of memory. We jog the frames of Christmases past. Scents of pine boughs and holly berries, mince pies and cranberries. Sounds of apple crisp snow and crackling fires, and laughter. And the sound of silence, as love stretches through all dimensions to encircle Thee and Me. As real,…
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Times Such As These
I lock up the room after filing the last remnants of words laying about unattended. Fearful that pieces of my heart may be found scattered among them. And why not? Times such as these leave us with little salve to heal the open wounds which once were hearts. For whom do we weep? The children…