Saturday, March 3, 2012

through the background of night


long days spent working with dementia patients. quietly dark nights filled with the silences made by an empty house. it is the needle chanting that keeps me going. the occasional snort of the saint asleep at my feet. the purr of the dreaming cat in my lap. the soft crackle of the logs burning in the hearth. the silent voices of cloth and thread whispering through the background of night.


namaste'

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  1. Ah! Such a quietly poetic post.......brought the prickings of tears to my eyes reading it.

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  2. I could vision where your world by your words.
    There is also something about the texture and colors or our work that made me want to reach in to touch the fabric.

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    1. yes! i am repeatably finding myself reaching out to the monitor while catching up on blogs...

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  3. Your home sounds cozy and quiet. I have a crazy kitten that was so loud and rambunctious last night that she woke me up. Then two teenagers who decided to argue about who was going to use the computer at 2:30 in the morning! So much for peace.

    Love your stitching and fabric choices. I am inspired : )
    <3

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    1. it has to be to balance the emotional stress of working with dementia patients... though, it sounds like you have your own kind of "dementia patients" as well! ha!

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  4. Beautiful post, Joe, I feel and hear your surroundings. I've got very much the same sounds here, save the St. sounds and the chanting is coming from the trees and mists wanting to be painted.

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    1. ooooh....i could so lose myself in your lovely trees and mists!!

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    2. Thanks.. I need to be careful not to myself, other things DO need to be accomplished!

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  5. i just love that piece you're working on. especially the overlay of the blue leaves. quiet here as well but i love it.

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    1. thank you. it's been too long in waiting and began whispering louder than the other cloths. calling for attention.

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  6. i admire your self care ability.
    clearly, it's necessary for all of us to one degree or another but we so often don't heed that call.
    love the work you do Joe.
    thank you for your visit to my blog, it was good to see you had been there.

    :-)
    libbyQ

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  7. Nice! The quiet nights serve you well, I think.

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