The sky at sea—everywhere and nowhere

I will have no regrets

All the things that went wrong

But at last I learn to be strong etcetcetc

Is creativity a kind of inner strength do we see like others but does inspiration creep up on us not arrive like a bolt from the blue,do we have to allow this kinetic energy to flow every day without us knowing,prime it with solitude and thought and maybe the upwards thrust from a  breeze far beyond us helps us see.

Like ‘Erma Blombeck’ I too wish to say ‘I used all you gave me ‘. –

I ‘ll memorize every line of my thoughts but do we ever ,or simply rerun moments like an old home movie long since consigned to the attic of our times

I once put in the forward of one of my books that if my stitches were tears I would have filled an ocean by now but I have a  rainbow to sew, stitches in and stitches out –oceans and rainbows things which have always occupied space in my mind,my dreams.

Art is not living. It is a use of living. The artist has the ability to take that living and use it in a certain way, and produce art. :::Audre Lorde:::

how true but how do we get from here to there

I have been reading Carver and I love this

“What good are insights? They only make things worse.”
— Raymond Carver

Today no felting no writing no wonder my day has seemed empty and full of jumbled thinking  I need to felt  or write .

Stitch in stitch out round and round the mulberry bush.

My part of the new book is done .A new phase begins

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