Monthly Archives: February 2014


A mashup of cancellations and registrations

A mashup of cancellations and registrations

“Collage Room Stockpiles” iPad Photo DS 2014

Piles of travel magazines are flanked with travel books and maps ready for the series that never happened. German fashion magazines line the floor next to sewing pattern catalogues and wallpaper books. Sample collage binders are piled on top of file folders. I am sure a decision about where to store them needs to be made.
A large Scottish bag in tartan is full to the brim of prepared yarn (rolled by my husband) awaiting the series in May. There are ribbons and beads and needles and hooks in bags. Project samples, some complete, crowd the floor.
All of this and much more have been collected, or bought in faith that workshops would materialize. It looks like an avalanche waiting to happen. I learn to wait well as these creative practices are woven into my prayer life and I yearn to pass them on.


“Mountain Sunset” DS 2014

The word ‘stewardship’ comes from the beginning of time. Adam and Eve were meant to steward the garden, in fact to multiply and care for the whole earth. In Marilyn Chandler McEntyre’s heavy little book “Caring for Words in a Culture of Lies” (2009), a different stewardship is called forth.
Words need the cherishing of careful use: humans have a “hunger for words that satisfy… not just words that do the job… but words that give pleasure akin to the pleasures of music. Her call: “Mere lists of nouns can be poetry” have brought forth my own noun poem.

Sun-brightened trees and mountains
A lamp, dark, awaits sunset
Computer silent, inviting
And a collage book – eggshell paint,
Pink, green, Greek fish, Mackintosh font
Shape the view from where I sit.

In McEntyre’s own writing: “We care for words when we use them thankfully, recognizing in each kind a special gift born in the mother tongue, bestowed at birth as a legacy from the one who was, in the beginning with God, who was God.”

No One is an Island


‘No Man is an Island’

No man is an island entire of itself;

Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;

If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less,

As well as if a promontory were,

As well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were;

Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.


Year 1624 MEDITATION XVII Devotions upon Emergent Occasions John Donne (1572-1631)

The language is outdated but the sentiment remains.  We are affected by those around us – for good or for ill.  We influence our circle whether worldwide or village narrow. In this as in everything who we are and what we do as a person matters.

Yet as in our solitude we create, in our community we recreate each using our gifts.  We do not really operate alone.  Like these workshops in contemplation and creativity others are generously involved:

–       mentors, friends and participants

–       pray-ers, encouragers and supporters

–       those that introduce and recommend

–       administrative support, advertising, hiring

–       those that provide space, clean up, coffee

–       those who have trained and graded and 

–       those who take a chance

–       suppliers of glue sticks and scissors

–       laughers and criers

–       those who affirm the calling and ignore weaknesses

–       those who long for rest, for creativity, for connection with God

thank you