here i sit.  early morning, awake with the noisiest birds.  a good noise.  bright and melodic and a reminder that the air will soon be hot and sweet with the scent of lavender, with lilac and the pleasantness of green.  the scent of green.  and warm humid air.  good to look forward to.  telulah is perched on my lap in the little space between my belly and the computer.  purring.  and tapping at my face periodically with her paw. ezra is upstairs in bed with tom.  he slid into the warm empty spot i left when i heard ellsworth crying at the kitchen door.  everyone is shuffling into awakeness, some of us more quickly than others. the windows are a gray glow now, and the birds are not quite as loud.  day is overtaking night.  
it's good to feel the bubble of happiness again.  ezra fills the room with it.  his gentle eyes and soft nose add a layer of love to our days.  i know he feels it too.  and there is a quilt on the go in the studio.  it's been slipping into my thoughts all night. and so our day begins..... 

it's another dreary gray and rainy april day here.  and i can't seem to find a way to motivate myself.  this is an unusual problem for me.  normally i can't get to the studio fast enough in the morning.  and once i'm there, i work like a little one person factory, digging into fabric and making it do my bidding.  but today i'm unfocussed and i'm a bit sluggish.  i had to run out to the vet's this morning to grab some anti-biotics for ezra.  on the way back, we pulled into the cemetary in all it's gray day loveliness.  the air swimming with stories.  every turn of my head, my eyes would catch a name, a date, an epitaph that drew me in, told me a little bit about a life.  beautiful and sad at once. generations and generations under grass and stone.  trees whose roots wrap around them and shade them at the same time.  there was a cemetary in the little town in michigan where i went to university.  a tiny little spot on a dirt road.  i would drive there with dora (my first great dane) and a pile of books.  there was a certain stone under a tree where we would set up everytime.  and i would spend the afternoon reading while dora explored.  i don't do that enough now.  i don't do that ever.  i need to take the time to wander trough the stones with my camera and books and feel the stories wash over me.   

 it's been a long and dreary winter in our little world.  but we can finally feel spring emerging.  and it's wonderful.  i spent the past weekend putting our house back together.  when edgar got sick, we moved all our living into the library.  it was cozy and warm for the winter, but it had become crowded and cluttered, dark and dusty. and once the days started getting longer, it was a little claustrophobic.   so i moved furniture and cleaned and dusted and rearranged.  i rubbed coconut oil into the wood to make it gleam and smell fresh and delicious.  the house felt open and fresh and bright again.  all in time for my daddy's birthday yesterday.  his 75th birthday.  my mother was out of town for her 55th high school reunion in virginia.   but we invited my aunt over and we had an easy little dinner for him.  and it was a bit of an awakening.  i think ezra had more than a little to do with it.  we are all breathing again.  smiling again.  moving into spring.  

i think we stumble upon things in life, just when we need them.  and being aware that we need them is just an added little bonus.  this week i am blissfully leafing through old poetry books i haven't read in years.  and finding the perfect words to stitch into quilts.  just while the ugliness that happened in boston is sitting deep in my belly.  and little health concerns with our animals pick at my thoughts.  and while i'm wondering if i'll ever have enough time to give to all the areas in my life that need some extra attention.  
but i'm reading rilke and james joyce and baudelaire and verlaine and t.s. eliot and of course, ezra pound.  there is soothing in their words.  i often turn to the poets who boil up my innards like rimbaud and sexton and plath.  but finding the rolling and sensual words without the barbs and sharpness is what i need for the quilts.  and what i need for my frazzled soul right now.  
today i made a quilt with the words of 'slumber song' by rilke. 'words as tender as eyelids'.  wow!!!
so i keep finding dreamy poems and sewing them into dreamy quilts. 

  

gray days have been our stage this week.  rain and cold.  even ice thickly layering the trees.  and when the temperatures rose a little, the sidewalks and yard were covered in little icy troughs as they began to melt and break away from the branches.  april has been so wintry that ezra and i kept long hours at the studio the past few days, with little interest in cold damp wanderings.

i made my first little batch of 'poetry quilts' this week.  the subtlety of stitch and word is very striking.  the fabric is a plain unbleached, toothy muslin that carries the word to your eye unadulterated with color or pattern.  these have been planted in my mind for months, swimming around in there, waiting for the right time to emerge.  and the other day, i had finished quilting all the tops i'd made last week and decided to try my hand at writing.  so i found a lovely little robert frost poem, 'beech'.  and started writing with my sewing machine...

Where my imaginary line

Bends square in woods, an iron spine

And pile of real rocks have been founded.

And off this corner in the wild,

Where these are driven in and piled,

One tree, by being deeply wounded,

Has been impressed as Witness Tree

And made commit to memory

My proof of being not unbounded.

This truth’s established and borne out,

Though circumstanced with dark and doubt—

Though by a world of doubt surrounded.

and the poetry quilt was born.  yesterday, 2 rilke poems, 'piano practice' and 'the apple orchard' became quilts.  lightweight and breezy.  today my job is to photograph them and list them on etsy.  photographing the subtle tone on tone texture that creates the words is difficult. it requires an exact light that i haven't quite figured out yet.  but i'll figure it out!

 

we are on the couch. ezra and me and a cup of tea. enjoying our evening after a delightful day of sunshine and studio time and wonderful people.  ezra fits perfectly into our lives.  one of our neighbors said the other day, that she thinks edgar found ezra and sent him to us.  i love that idea and i think there must be something to that.  
today the studio was full of spring energy.  tracy and dave bringing me starbucks early early started it all off perfectly.  a long meandering wander by the lake with ezra, meeting new people and dear friends.  and then back to the quilts where i finished a lovely black and red single quilt.  it's always so rewarding when i finally take a quilt, all warm and puckery, from the drier.  it is only at that moment that i see it's full completed self.  
early in the afternoon, my friend marc walked in the back door carrying his skateboard and a bag of goodies for me.  music and my favorite tea (see photo).  he had never met tracy or ezra....i love when all the people dear to me know each other....so it was nice to complete the circle. 
the best sushi in the city happens to be a 2 minute walk away from us.  so when marc and i needed some lunch, we walked up to the corner and shared fresh and delicious rolls.  
it's nice to relive the high points of a day.  and today was full of them.   

 

when i awaken in the earliest morning.  and i am warm and sleepy in my bed.  and thoughts start spinning through my groggy mind.  jolted with worry.  drifting through the scenarios of ruin.  and they will not stop.  warm snoring dog at my feet.  and the steady breath of tom beside me.  but i have to sneak away.  bare feet cold on the wood plank floors.  i come downstairs and start the fire.  meet the day and face it's demands.  make tea.  feed telulah from her special canned food stash.  activity chases away the unease.  my work can save us.  the hollow of night begins to thin, and day is thick and plump ahead of me.