One Poem. One Planet. April 26, 2017

26.

Notebook Fragment

The king boletus is perfect
for days like this when you could really use
a forest mushroom to retaliate on cruelty—
a round proud audacious head
pushing out of the loamy ground
is a ruddy forehead to stomp, a bloated face
to kick.

–Arlitia Jones, April 26, 2017

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The backstory is my favorite part of world-making, the part nobody really sees, the part that makes the front creation shine. And quiet mornings are my favorite part of winter. I’m working on this little stitch portrait for a Christmas present. Sewing brings such peace in a month that has been very difficult. My father in law passed away last week and it still doesn’t feel real that he’s gone. We’ve had lots of sadness but also lots of laughter remembering things he said or did. We’ve been looking through the photos of his childhood and whole life and they show such a genuine, brave and loving soul. His backstory is rich and full of love and family… huge family! What a legacy! Happy Day before Thanksgiving, friends❤️ wish you all the best!

I had visitors today in my happy place. Dylan and Dayle came over to sew a shirt and make art. Two very talented young people who inspired me to spiff up the studio this morning.

Friends, I think I’m in trouble. Yet another monster quilt taking shape on my design wall. This is what happens after 10 months of sewing with no plan or thought of design. Chaos. This is my 2022 temperature quilt so far, January through October. What I notice are those warm days in Feb and March, too many of them. I’m going to keep sewing haphazardly, because why not, turning wedges any which way as I sew together each weekly section. This is the story as it’s happening. Next year I’ll shape it into a kind of memoir of this year, definitely keeping the elements of chaos and turmoil. I can’t believe I still have to add two more months to this beast. Does anyone have an airplane hanger they want to hang this in?

My mundane Halloween costume is Evidently The Only Person In This Entire House Who Notices When The Toilet Paper Roll Is Empty….HAPPY HALLOWEEN!