My mind travels back in time to a school basketball court. Time flows in one direction--like gravity always pulling us down. Like the ball, swoosh or clang on the hoop at the elementary school, pulling us to earth.
There is no juggling. There is throwing, there is catching. That's all.
Seriously, juggling is one of my favorite analogies for learning. When we (I mean us humans) go to learn something new--we want to go straight to expert level. We want to juggle fire or swords. We want picture perfect, super complex and we want it instantaneously or sooner.
The idea of slow and methodical is lost on us.
Makes perfect sense, we are living in a sci-fi future. I'm writing this story on a communication device with just my fingertips. My words travel through space and time, and you read this in your future.
My time travel story
Two weeks ago, with a full tank of gas, and light afternoon schedule, I took my own trip through time. I called my boss to take the afternoon off and drove back to the days of Topanga and Corey.
Take on the World
Yes, feeling small, I started writing about Girl Meets World, and left those words for another day. Someday, I may share, for now I hold them close.
Back to my drive... I basically traveled back in time--not so much to reconnect with a friend from long ago. More to honor another friend, and pay my respects to his mother, his wife, his friends, his kids.
You know that toy--the metal balls that hit, swing, speed up and eventually slow down. We are mortals, certain things become expected, like growing, getting stronger, adding more skills, activities and stuff to our lives. Losing a child, even an adult child to death has to be one of the most difficult things for a human to experience.
Just love, throwing love out and catching love, that's all.
My heart is full of love. I reach, I stretch and again we start.
Peace and love my friends.
Hidden Figures. As a lover of numbers, math, words and stories, my intrigue grows exponentially. Looking just at the second word
I see numbers first, then realize the word also means beings, persons; after a while I think, oh yeah, sometimes women are dehumanized just into shape--so figure could also be that. I do love that it took me a while to think of that one. It might be like fighting windmills, but I see great power that stems from innocence and hope.
See what I did, I said STEM.
Science Technology Engineering Math
Love that it's a verb and a noun. Stem, branch--growth, living plants...
Today, as I sit watching the my morning show, the light of the day illuminating behind the trees and my neighbors house; I sip my cup of coffee and plan my day.
Thinking of the math classes I've taken in my life. I can't say I loved all my classes, one math class short of a math minor, but oh how I love numbers! Seriously, part of my baseball fascination is twisted in the numbers, math and metrics.
Tonight, along with others working in my field, I'm attending an early screening of Hidden Figures. Why? Because the opportunity presented itself and I want to stand and be counted with those who honor these Hidden Figures in history.
STEM not STEAM
Yes, I left Art out on purpose. Engineering and Math are so connected to Art, that ART is hidden inside. Are you saying, it's not fair? That is true, it's not fair. Life is not fair. Life is life. I think that we should work to make life good and more equitable, because
With great privilege comes great responsibility.
I won't ask Spiderman to forgive me for replacing Power with Privilege, because in asking for that forgiveness, I'm saying I don't have Permission to create this saying. Permission is a funny topic, be polite, stay in line, keep your voice down--these all have a place, I don't advocate anarchy or chaos. I do advocate learning, growing, going beyond. Yes, and now I've gone beyond my morning time to write, sew or otherwise create.
Be You and Be Awesome--and look for the awesome in the everyday, right under your nose.
Right now my piece Y Knot is in the wash—I like to wash my quilts before binding them so that I get the nice puffy bloom of the wash. PS—I also used two layers of wool batting so I'm confident that something good is happening. So while that's doing it's thing, I have a few minutes to write you a little story.
Maybe I will tell my story as a conversation with a saint, an everyday hero, and a kind, kind person who I hope is smiling from heaven and aware of the power of the needle to mend and be a positive force in the world.
Yvonne Porcella—dear sweet artist, woman, mother, nurse, finisher of projects. A few weeks ago I met a second person who finished all her projects. I had to give her a prize and someday will write that story. I have so many stories. I know I won't be able to complete them all. But I smile at the thought of your yellow shoes, and the story you told me.
I'm most inspired by your humanity, your reality, your spirit that connected fiber, art, and people.
Maybe I have it written somewhere, maybe I even have a voice recording somewhere, but for now I have a few minutes and my computer.
In 2014, at the SAQA conference, you had no reason to talk to me. I was just an associate that you had never met. Although I sewed my entire life I wasn't really in the quilt world at large. I was in a local guild, and I was a local rep for my SAQA region. Maybe I'm glad that my busy life didn't allow me time to be aware of who everyone was and the influence they had made in the quilting/sewing world.
Why Not? That was your line from your lecture at Quilt Festival in Houston in 2014. You wore pants with question marks painted all over them. You were you and you were awesome. I hope that being genuine, kind and real takes off like wild fire, like a spark of love, burning hearts, sacred and true.
You rocked the quilt world. I liked you because you were real. You kindly accepted my geeky acronyms and how I had fun with numbers.
First time I saw you, I commented on your shoes that were audacious, practical, and fun. Soon you were sharing your story of how wearing unique shoes made for great conversations that occurred in places that you might see someones shoes to your right or left, as you were... well, let's say you were "resting" or "un-hydrating" to quote Leroy Jethro Gibbs from NCIS.
Why NOT? we all do. Those where your words, and they make me smile. As a nurse, you understood the importance of a functioning body. As an everyday hero you connected with people in such a real manner when you joked about pee. Your photos in the hospital while you were getting your "reds" were always a treat for me. Seeing the world through your eyes and seeing how even in a hospital you were creating art. The photos you took were most certainly art. I loved seeing the photo of you and your son. He and I have Facebook chatted and someday will meet in real life.
I tip my hat and kick up my shoes in your honor. And when I saw that a friend was making a "shoe" quilt for your show, I thought, Why Not! I'd love to machine quilt it. Collaborating with other artists is part of living my brightest life.
Last year, I felt a need—the desire—to have a community; and with the digital world, we are not limited, so I started sewFUNfriends. It's a Facebook group—open and inclusive, free and friendly. I was honored to invite people who I was already friends with on Facebook. So of course, I sent an invite to you as well.
I was stepping out of my comfort zone. I didn't know that as an admin inviting someone to a Facebook group was basically adding them. In our world, we are so connected, but we are also alone. I think when invited to something, we are on alert and wondering what people are trying to get from us—our money, our time, our influence, our endorsement, our spirit? In fact I'm going to post the conversation we had on Facebook.
I didn't want to post this before, because I thought some people might view it as my using your influence, I don't know why I didn't trust my gut more and be myself without worrying how it would be viewed.
I hope to honor you and those who have come before me in this simple yet audacious task of sewing and being human. I even think that mending and sewing has a power to connect the world in a way that is needed. Oh I know, I'm one of the big dreamers. At the SAQA conference this year, I even asked the student panel a question. What can we as Studio Art Quilt Associates do to help you as emerging artists?
Well, I have my dreams, and I'm making my seams—putting together something that although simple, might be a good first step that I am taking as myself and that maybe other Associates will take as well.
Thanks for listening!
Hello friend (since we are Facebook friends), My intent is to add joy, to treat all people with respect, and to be a positive force in the quilting / sewing world. I’ve been blabbing (I mean blogging) since 2011, sewing since childhood, designing patterns since 2009. I work full-time in engineering. I just got a second dog three weeks ago. Life is great but busy. In order to let you see what this group is, you should have access to view all that has been posted. Sometimes it helps to see what something is before deciding if you like it. The group is a closed group, so the posts are only seen by members.
Where did this come from? Well my Mission Permission Slip social experiment and associated stories around it led to this new Facebook group that is about sewing, light and fun, and we are friends (or at least friendly). My intent is to have a group that is not limited only to quilting because there is so much relevance with other types of sewing. I’ve also experienced firsthand the positive influence a community of stitcher / quilters can have. I invited you to sewFUNfriends. As a moderator, my “invites” show up as “adds”. Please feel welcome to join, unfollow (you won’t see posts), or leave. If you choose to go now, you are welcome to come back later. Life is very busy, so we can’t be in every group, but do check us out and see if this might be fun for you.
Thanks let me think about it. It is a very busy time of the year for me. Getting ready for a museum exhibit in January.
Thanks for your gracious response. Quilts in museums is fantastic news. Much to give thanks for in our joyful/sewful lives.
Yvonne, you were the only one who responded with a request to think about it, my plan is to remove persons if they don't want to join within a couple weeks—this is the message I'm putting out there. Please do what works for you. I want members to be there by choice, so members who have not joined sewFUNfriends group after two weeks, will be respectfully removing. If you decide to join later, just go to the group and request to be included. Thanks! AtoZ http://funfromatoz.com/2015/12/02/something-new-something-fun-sewfunfriends/
Undone by numbers!
Just like in school those problems, you know...
If 2 people start driving at 6am in a beautiful Green Mountain State and drive towards their home with is 9.5 hours away. What is the chance that they will experience long delays in traffic?
Well, that depends! If you decided to post a daily response to a blog hop, and think to yourself, well I have all evening--the traffic hears you say that, so stop right there! Oh and if you draft posts, but don't set the timer to post them, well that too.
I think you get my drift!
You are first, so my post is about "first" and order. I hope others go read Quiltoni's post--I love the "use what you've got" vibe. I looking forward to meeting you in real life!
Here's a few fluffy questions for all:
What's your favorite--a sunrise or a sunset?
Can you tell the difference?
Does it matter?
I wish you the best from A to Z!
And now a verbal stroll on the theme "firsts"
I'm an oldest kid, oldest cousin, first US citizen in my family, yes--I've definitely gone first in the past. Being first can be hard or easy. It's all perspective! My parents worked multiple jobs as I was a kid. I think my fascination with donuts must have started when my mom would bundle me up and take me to the donut shop that my dad worked as his second job. Yes, indeed, dad to this day does not like doughnuts or donuts--he might eat them sometimes, but those rings of dough do not captivate his attention like they do mine. So, yep oldest kids get the unique pleasure that their birthday is also their parents true Mother's Day/Father's Day.
There is no doubt that the sky and clouds are beautiful. What about the sand that made up of crushed rocks, wood? Yes there is even some trash on the beach.
Warning! Read three deep thoughts below at your own risk!
How does a first impression affect my perspective?
How do I go about appreciating each individually without comparing the two?
Let's say we aren't taking just about photos of nature. How do I appreciate unique experiences/people/places/things in my life so that I embrace the diversity and see their awesome?
26 February 2015. That Day, That Dress. A spark that ignited communication beyond the virtual work, into our day to day existence. The irony of duality—the prose I planned to be an essay, spilled out like silk cocoon, as my fingers danced on the keyboard. For most of my life, I’ve stood in awe of those whose have lived through eras of drastic technological change. My dad’s mom worked as a seamstress, her childhood had no Saturday morning cartoons on TV—there was no TV. I wondered what our fast paced world must seem like, when digital communication took the place of paper and pen. A distant past in which, we knew those friends on our block, our news arrived on folded paper, and the lights at night were the stars and planets. We humans landed on the moon, before I was old enough to appreciate our small step. I take a leap myself, combining and creating my life as a soup or stew as I stir my words, science, art and thought. By day I tug on the seams of science in operational engineering. By night I look up at the same moon, attracted to her pull. Art and science together are a power of gravity and grace. I am just engineer, with a needle of steel and a heart of art, a human being that is all.
That Day, That Dress
Ode to 26 February 2015
Spark of Science, Allure of Art
Frayed edges, snags and lies.
Day Five-Seven of Two-Oh-One-Five
Opposing views, left and right
Blue-n-Black or Gold and White
Like insects swarming in the night
Converse and Curse across the Waves
Piercing my fibers, I form a knot
Our viral Web spun, will it stop?
Attired in questions, we cannot!
Trust we must, that which we see
Or set our sights on mystery?
Science isn’t Black or White
In packets, waves, shines both the light
Tugging a thread, I soon regret
Are Science and Art, such worlds apart?
Building blocks, unraveling thoughts
Beauty, Knowledge coexist
Woven fibers; Warp-n-Weft
Pulling Biases we must resist
Ripping our borders, edges, seams
Concealed a veil, a wish, a dream
Tricked by truth, fooled by thought
All turn and look, What is, Is not
Spark of Science, Allure of Art
With great disdain, I must confess
Unraveled us all,
Shimmer on the simple shapes of winter, invites us to stop the rush and simply appreciate the beauty of ice for that fleeting moment.
Ice coated trees are so much like sunsets for me. Sunsets are my not-so-secret pleasure. Lucky to have a western facing office, I make a point to stop for a minute or two and just pause. I've seen a lot of sunsets, as the colors fill the sky, I fill with wonder and awe.
This moment is fleeting as the sunshine and warmer weather will melt to a rain-like drip-drip-drip in just a few hours.
What is your sunset, your ice covered trees, your "stops you in your tracks" fills you with awe, experience?
This world has so much everyday beauty, look for it and enjoy!
First I noticed the teal ribbon. Same type of ribbon that you tie around a gift... Or that keeps your balloon from flying off, well unless it slips away... That might be how the ribbon got in the tree...
Then I looked a little more and found someone's home...
Great sky this morning! Yvonne Porcella and her fun yellow shoes while exchanging contact info, at a SAQA breakout session where Valarie Poitier empowered us to "Promote Your Work Without Apologizing", Yvonne sporting the totebag and postcard just like Ms V showed us!
I am fun from A to Z, Yvonne is definitely fun from Y to A, and is one of the many rockstars here! You can recognize a rockstar from their shoes!
Awesome fun at the Studio Art Quilt Associates conference 2014!
This little flower is all alone in a strange place where concrete, brick and metal meet. Does it worry that it's different? Does it concern itself with feelings - nope, flowers grow, bloom, and wilt in the heat... No internal struggles for it.
This flower really inspired me, growing at my auto repair shop (Rising Sun in College Park). I love that they are letting it grow, you know there are people that would have pulled it out like it was a weed! Funny, how it's nature that puts it there, but humans that protect it...
I'm easily inspire by nature, but some parts of nature are just undeniable. Like the big hole in the ground that the Colorado River, change in continental plates, and erosion created in Arizona.
The Grand Canyon is undeniably grand. We had a blast hiking the Bright Angel Trail (you can see a few hikers in the photo to the left on the path) So inspiring and rejuvenating!
Wish you all have the opportunity to see the Grand Canyon. I'm looking forward to spending some time going thru the photos we took with real cameras! This one was simply the best one of the seven I took with my iPhone.