Glasgow University yarn bomb in Sanquhar knititng.
Mary Biggar – outside Glasgow University Hillend 17th Oct.
In which we conquer lace (sort of) 3 hours effort in Emily (of Tin Can Knits) class. I used stitch markers! I undid a lot of knitting! I did things which made HOLES! And most astonishing of all I visited Glasgow AND IT DIDN’T RAIN!! One of my fellow Granny Greeners conquered the Mighty Granny Square and another SPUN YARN. Much yarn was bought.
I’m sorry about the lack of updates. My camera was finally found but its different from the last model and I’ve not worked up the energy to work out how to download pictures. I’ve been attempting a ‘still life’ this last week after much energy being expended. Sadly I’ve not made much progress but a blanket and a half have been completed. Again no photos due to rubbish weather for photographing crafts.
Life is a difficult assignment. We are fragile creatures, expected to function at high rates of speed, and asked to accomplish great and small things each day. These daily activities take enormous amounts of energy. Most things are out of our control. We are surrounded by danger, frustration, grief, and insanity as well as love, hope, ecstasy, and wonder. Being fully human is an exercise in humility, suffering, grace, and great humor. Things and people all around us die, get broken, or are lost. There is no safety or guarantees.
The way to accomplish the assignment of truly living is to engage fully, richly, and deeply in the living of your dreams. We are made to dream and to live those dreams.”
― SARK, Make Your Creative Dreams Real: A Plan for Procrastinators, Perfectionists, Busy People, and People Who Would Really Rather Sleep All Day
“Be wild; that is how to clear the river. The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With The Wolves: Contacting the Power of the Wild Woman