Monday, April 13, 2015

a hobbit's thought

"there is nothing like looking
if you want to find something."
-j.r.r. tolkien, the hobbit

sometimes i sit and wonder what to do. or not do. or do again. i can make myself crazy doing this doing-ness.  or doing-less, as the case may be. so in order to quell my brain and stop the world from upending itself and folding in, i pulled out my bowl of tiny squares and began stitching. again. tiny stitches. ticking the seconds away. i know one day these tiny squares will become some thing. a larger thing. a warmer thing. but right now they are simply tiny squares. stitched into a somewhat less tiny square. though still not large enough to warm anyone.

and then i noticed a new fray. a small rending at my ankle. a new opportunity to stitch. when i relinquish the tiny squares once again...



  1. A poet is a nightingale, who sits in solitude and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.- Percy Bysshe Shelley

    I enjoy those sounds, Thank you

  2. Beautiful, beautiful. So glad you are laying aside your busy mind and picking up your hands again.


  3. The patterns on your tiny squares called to mind the illustrations in Tolkien's wonderful works, so I pulled down one of my high school paperback copies ... a 1973 Ballentine edition of The Fellowship of the Ring (my all-time favorite) with a cover illustration of Hobbiton painted by Tolkien. It had tiny squares depicting garden patches with rounded doors and windows overlooking them. And I smiled.
    One of my favorite pieces of cloth is a simple nine-patch of tiny squares ... my first ever, prompted by a Jude Hill video on paperless patching. It sits on the arm of my stitching chair, opposite Jude's September Window. Sometimes all we need is cloth in our hands, cloth by our sides to find a measure of peace. Go well ...

  4. tiny squares, tiny tears...all call out for some needle and thread time - and the poetry begins

  5. it is so nice how tiny stitches can calm the mind -- the fact that they will one day result in something bigger or warmer, hardly mattering.... I can see how this activity would be so necessary after a day of precise, outer-directed, high-end carpentry. A soft medium. Only for you. Done bit by bit. No rush.