Thursday, May 31, 2012

To Shine

In the midst of our...





A Moment of Clarity.

It quite clearly came to me in the middle of a rodeo job, as though it were spoken...
No One.
Can keep you from Shining."

Now ...who can't crack a grin lookin' at those precious mugs?

Here's to the serious business of Shining, in spite of; perhaps even due to...
 Darkness and Pain.
May we cast a little scrap of Light for Anyone Else also in Suffering?

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Elf Child

My true Self would love it if Life looked like scenes and apparel from any of the Lord of The Rings movies.

Especially the Elves.  I would float around in long, flowing garments and spend most of my time being ethereal and watching out for the Little People on my fat, bay horse Satchel.

I secretly hope that Heaven is a little bit like that??  Everyone and Everything restored to such Beauty.

At any rate.  I like to indulge my tastes, when I can, in fashioning things for my child in the flare of fairies and elves.
 (And not for myself to wear.  I do try to stay in touch.  With reality, that is.)

This is my precious Elf Child.  Quite frankly, if she had a set of pointed ears, she'd be all set.

I made this little dress from an old fashion-tank top/blouse of mine...and a high-quality old tshirt.

I fused parts of the two garments together with a good measure of elastic thread for fitting adjustments, and am pleased that the End Result...
is so fittingly...


Thursday, May 17, 2012

It's (Almost) Finished.

Here it is; the Message Quilt blocks all pieced together.  I feel the need to clarify, though no one's day will be hugely changed by the information, that the background fabric color is grey.  Kona Coal. Not black.  (I have become quite fond of "grey" in the past few years.  It is, I believe, my neutral of choice...)

This still needs to be quilted.  I've been slowly drawn to hand-quilting in the past months as I've considered how to finish this gift for Strapping Young Lad.  (I'm a free-motion machine quilter who regularly struggles with thread tension.)

"It will take the rest of your life to get it done..." my Mother has sagely said, in regards to hand-quilting.

I envision half an hour here.  Half an hour there. 
Spent hand-sewing a quilt in my lap while watching the children in the kiddie pool.  While putting our feet up back at the horse trailer, after a job, sitting in our camp chairs. 
While sitting on the porch in the midafternoon.
While admiring my children at their work-play (and mediating the occasional disagreement...!).

Instead of being hunched over my sewing machine. 

We'll see how the hand-quilting project goes.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

I have Digressed...

And I confess..this is no longer a crafty blog.  I continue to make"things"...but I find no joy in posting about them presently.

Maybe the blog is just an expressive outlet now as we keep trucking on a devastating journey.

An opportunity for protection and justice.
We lost.

In the middle of the deep darkness, pain, and "Why?'s"...

The Truth: "The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."

God didn't intercede in the way that we had wanted.  However he quietly blessed us through the Beauty and Love of many People.

Let me tell you of the many people on the Day of Trouble:

This person....steadfastly guarded and amused my Child while he waited to testify.  You whisked him safely home after he did-what-he-had-to-do.

This person...watched over the child left-at-home while we warred for the other.  I cried and then laughed when I saw that you cleaned my microwave.

These 3 people..your job was to accompany us to Court as quiet support.  You did that and more.  You cared greatly for me and my child.  You shielded us.  You gathered around to help preserve our dignity at the end of the the Defendant literally left the court room whistling.

This faithfully prepared your testimony.  You chose to stay and spend the long, excruciating hours walking through it with us, even though you recently had major surgeries; when you simply should have just gone home and gotten away from the ugliness to rest.

This person...officer of the law.  You gave BraveHeart candy and showered him with personal attention.  You allowed my family to wait, sheltered, in your office.  You escorted us for many city blocks.  You cared.

This firmly upheld "We don't testify in court", when I first met you.  But you proceeded to fall in love with my child.  You went head-to-head for him against various agencies, for his protection.  You staunchly went against the Tide. You were there on the Day of Trouble, prepared to testify.  I'll never forget this.

This run frequent google searches regarding our plight.  You write me frequently and this bolsters me.  You, also, love my child and have treated him with great tenderness.

This person... you knew us for only a short time, but you have spent entire nights in prayer and pleading for our child.

And lastly...
These sit on our couch with us, sharing our disbelief, at the End of the Day.   The stench of Defeat clings to each of us.  But we are..."We." 

And that's a lot to be thankful for.

"How much longer?" I have cried to Abba Father. 
It seems He has said, "Awhile longer yet."

Thank you to all of you who have helped us be able to see the Light shining through the Darkness.