Some of the ways I've been using my ecodyeing.
Scraps to boro mend the back of a quilt my grandma made me.
Some of the ways I've been using my ecodyeing.
Scraps to boro mend the back of a quilt my grandma made me.
The other day I walked to the top of our local hill. It took me 2 hrs there and back. My legs felt it the next day, but I made it OK!
The views from the top were worth it.
The trig station.
The beautiful countryside.
Lake Gininderra (our local lake) peeks through the foliage.
Black Mountain is visible with it's iconic tower.
Belconnen (our local centre) is on the shores of the lake.
We live to the left of the lake.
Juvenile Rosellas kept me company on the mountain top.
Are you puffed yet? Ready to walk home? It's all downhill from here!
Our world is turning gold.
From my daily walks.
poplars like gas jets
set alight the riverbanks
igniting my world
We gift ourselves a piece of art for our Wedding Anniversary each year.
This is the latest!
So fascinating to watch as it spins and reflects.
Firstly, thanks so much for your warm comments on my last post.
Sometimes things that seem a negative in your life can open up new improved pastures.
Yes, I know, New Age speak. (Do people even refer to New Age anymore?)
We had a run of difficulties last year including my son's declining health leading to us removing him from school. This year we have embraced homeschooling not one but two kids.
This may seem like a disaster, but it is actually suiting us beautifully.
Disaster turned into joy.
But if we hadn't had the difficult challenge that wrenched us from our current routine, we never would have found this current wonder.
Similarly I've been struggling with my blogging commitments as you may remember. Since my holiday I've had to remove myself and felt a dryness and deadness which worried me. I wondered if the blog was on the wane due to the other energy requirements in my life.
But with wise counsel from you all, and some talking to myself, I think I've come up with a plan.
To continue blogging when I can, when I have a fun idea or artwork or news to share, but without any timing requirements. As my wise friend Natalia says, " I think we sometimes take our blogging responsibilities too seriously". I certainly tend to take on responsibility like a cruel task master, but no more!
So all this means I have now come through to a better place which will suit me more.
I will enjoy my blogging time and won't feel pressured to perform.
So don't despair if you are currently fighting through changes...there is fresh air to come!
a lifetime's meetings
cobwebs fine
precious networks
glisten across time
I hope we can continue to reach out to each other across the maelstrom of our daily lives.
Much love,
Jazzy Jack
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What a beautiful word.
A space between but not an end.
We have had a lovely hiatus where we visited the beach for a month.
Such a blast.
I enjoyed the blogging and online break.
But now we are home and I'm struggling to reengage.
In my day to day offline life I feel I am nesting. Creating a new space for my young ones to learn.
I spend my days gardening and rearranging the furniture. Finding new storage solutions and dreaming of new organisation.
I feel little interest in showing my clothes as I have become enamoured of my smaller (but still interesting) wardrobe.
I feel I've said it all with my BeautyScopes.
I'm going through a dry spell and concentrating my energies elsewhere.
I also feel what I do have to say has been said before by so many, so much more eloquently!
I am not creating much except mess...but eventually I hope to have a new space for sewing. A studio if you will. At the moment it is the room all the junk is temporarilly stored in.
So we will continue the online hiatus until the brain kicks back into gear after this time of flux.
But we did have the most astonishingly wonderful time away at the beach!
The view from our deck at the holiday house |
All my love,
Jazzy Jack