The musings and meanderings of a mixed media artist and yarn junkie who loves to knit,spin, crochet, make a mess, write and enjoy life. I try to follow the wheel of the year and enjoy each day of it. My art reflects that spiritual journey.
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Poetry for Brigid Imbolc
The Lake Isle of Innisfree BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay a...
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I thought I'd have a little contest to lighten up the damp dark days we are having:) and also as a way of thanking you for the good thou...
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What to do and what not to do when one is winding a hank of mohair. DON'T wind yarn inside if you can avoid doing so. DO wind outside ...
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And to you!
What does rain on the solstice signify, I wonder?
What incredible sky photo!
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