little pin pricks
Aug. 27th, 2012 12:46 amIt is very annoying, when you are assembling four patchwork blocks to stitch together, to realise that one of the four blocks is off-kilter with the other three. It involves picking it apart and restitching it.
But it is admittedly better to realise it at this point than at the point when it is sewn into the middle of a quilt and would be rather harder to remove.
If the weather is nice tomorrow, I will take a long healthy walk. If the weather is bad, I will stay inside. The forecast is not in favour of long healthy walks, unless one really wants to get wet in the process.
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An excerpt from "Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus"
ii Gloria
Praise the wet snow
falling early.
Praise the shadow
my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof
even this gray October day that should, they say,
have been golden.
Praise
the invisible sun burning beyond
the white cold sky, giving us
light and the chimney's shadow.
Praise
god or the gods, the unknown,
that which imagined us, which stays
our hand,
our murderous hand,
and gives us
still,
in the shadow of death,
our daily life,
and the dream still
of goodwill, of peace on earth.
Praise
flow and change, night and
the pulse of day.
-- Denise Levertov
But it is admittedly better to realise it at this point than at the point when it is sewn into the middle of a quilt and would be rather harder to remove.
If the weather is nice tomorrow, I will take a long healthy walk. If the weather is bad, I will stay inside. The forecast is not in favour of long healthy walks, unless one really wants to get wet in the process.
---
An excerpt from "Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus"
ii Gloria
Praise the wet snow
falling early.
Praise the shadow
my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof
even this gray October day that should, they say,
have been golden.
Praise
the invisible sun burning beyond
the white cold sky, giving us
light and the chimney's shadow.
Praise
god or the gods, the unknown,
that which imagined us, which stays
our hand,
our murderous hand,
and gives us
still,
in the shadow of death,
our daily life,
and the dream still
of goodwill, of peace on earth.
Praise
flow and change, night and
the pulse of day.
-- Denise Levertov
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