Friday, December 29, 2006


And while some women are starting with the basics, cutting from patterns or stitching a seam, others are reinventing the craft by altering their old clothing for a custom look.

For many, sewing their own clothes is a backlash against the cookie-cutter, mass-produced clothing available in stores.

...or to slow down the modern greed that comes from our media loving society.
I went clothing shopping only once in the past six months, and that was to shop in San Fransisco with my daughter. Even then I looked at labels, thinking that "USA" meant better working standards for laborers. But I can never know for sure.

So I make my own now.
My aunt Mary taught me, for which I am even more grateful for these days. I made clothes in my early twenties because it was fun. I was obsessed by it. It was cheaper and allowed me to have the special quality I couldn't afford.
Now I need the pace of sewing. I need to stop and consider what my purchase means for not only my well-endowed closet, but also for the economic machine that tells me what's "in". I don't want to play anymore.

I want the steady pace of perusing patterns. I will carefully and consciously cut the pieces. I can match up raw edges and mend mistakes. I'll get caught up in the metaphorical and end up with something warm.

Sunday, December 24, 2006


Of all the beautiful knitting that could be done, it's the elemental that shines.
A plain tube with an opening for the thumb to warm my son.
They weren't hard to make, nor did they take much time. I didn't look elegant as I knit them, and I didn't feel clever, but my love is often like that.
The love I receive is often like that.

I am much too intense. I am ususally five steps ahead of the moment, searching and questioning everything at face value. This makes me a trial, I think, to those around me.
But I was so blessed to think about love as I made these simple objects for Joel. He doesn't require too much else from me these days. Or maybe what he needs is so far beyond me, I don't even imagine to be the one to fulfill it. But I finished the hand warmers in time for Christmas morning.
I can't provide much for those I love; the ones I have been given to love. But it turns out that what I can do is really a gift they give me.
And it's so simple.

Yeah for Jay

One Punk Under God
Wednesdays @ 9pm on Sundance Channel

Friday, December 22, 2006

advent anthem

Watch for the light
strain for vistas that aren't seen with sight

and keep in step
with all the earth

Call out in sigh
or surrendered sleep
for you are a child equal
to your making

and watch

Watch for sons
who devise plans of rescue
Watch for builders of cites and
soup kitchens
Menders of feathered souls
themselves oiley fringed and

as a seam of warmth threads through
from time and memory
Watch for light
Watch for waiting
Wait for believing in all things new

Thursday, December 21, 2006

What It's All About

...our annual love feast and quilt jubilee. This should happen everywhere, all over the world.

Merry Christmas

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Monday, December 18, 2006

Switch It Up

I sent off the last of the packages today after my marathon week of rehearsals and waitressing for Uncle Phil's Diner.
Matt and I had a great time and made new thespian friends along the way.
But when I picked him up from school today, he said what I was thinking- "I'm sure glad we don't have practice tonight."

Tonight was spent making risotto and putting lights on the best tree ever. (I think we say that every year). But it is the best tree ever; recently living and looking alive for the next two weeks. The tree really does represent something to me and I am very grateful to bring the large organic altar onto the carpet.

I am trying again to live at Christmas rather than lose heart and consciousness. Some of it, as we all know is important, and some of the stuff is not.
Be blessed by what you determine to give and and receive what has also been yours to have:
...and the greatest of these is love.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Monday, December 11, 2006

What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Midland

"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.

The West
The Inland North
North Central
The Northeast
The South
What American accent do you have?
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

No Room at the Diner

Come see Matthew and I whoop it up in Coley's Comedy Extravaganza.
Christmas Puns and Sentimental Moments are in store like a long listen to your favorite Andy Williams Christmas album.

I spent the waking hours and then some this past weekend making costumes. Now for the unending week of rehearsals and performances. But we're having fun getting nothing else done.

Thursday December 14 6:30 pm
Friday December 15 8:00 pm
Saturday December 16 1:00 pm and 6:00 pm
Sunday December 17 1:00 pm and 6:00 pm

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Weary Mother of God, Pray for Us

I have to find my own labor-bed
Kings of the earth are too important
for the common mother

I will gather my own clean straw
Inn keepers are too distracted
to tend to a child

I am wrapping up my child in homespun
the family is far away. They
don't see the color of my newborn's eyes

His Father is unseen
The child comes from me
and the Wind of the Air

I suckle my son, the only warmth of the night
No husband can build this boy
a house which will hold Him

I am watching the days unfold
Men of influence are too self-absorbed
to acknowledge our life

My Father is unseen
This child comes to me
upon the Wind of the Air

I am strong with the hope I bear
The way of the world is not taught to me
who has yet to teach the world

I will intercede whether on tongue of prayer
Or by Just Peoples who answer callings
waiting unheralded

(The Anticipation of Christ crafts a song from even the loneliest of hearts)

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

A Christmas Story

Advent: Day Three

Here's an alternative to The Christmas Story, the American favorite with Ralphie, Bunny Suits and Cigar Smoking Elves:

Christ the Lord by Anne Rice

I read through this slowly last winter and savored every word. It's like gazing at a Master Painting and camping on the hard wood museum floor for days to catch the details. I would love to have a Read-Along over this. Let me know if you'll join me; I would love the community...

Monday, December 04, 2006

An Advent-ual Folk Tale

You are ancient and immediate

Holding us there. the
Moon overhead. and the
Voice breathing toward me. the
Black shadow of grass.
the moon
the voice
the shadow
Over all through all and in all
She sang that triad song
But Christ didn’t need to be said because

I move over You the grass beneath your feet
I whisper and caress you the cool of breeze
I light upon you the grey moon muscle
I open Your hand the fitted form and tender

you bend under weight of days and patient watching
You cradle witness of the funeral
you think and write a parallel network
You pace a landscape unseen

my remembrance a spongy soil

Another Advent poem