the right place

finding the right place for the heart

maybe this is the place

working on heart
integrate  them
in the big tea party quilt
the story continues

more hearts

whispering hearts a lovely class by Jude Hill

Whisper to my heart
So it may learn the secrets
Of a dream come true

Art and heart

Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.

Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it,
And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it.

Though perfect the player's touch, little, if any, he sways us,
Unless we feel his heart throb through the music he plays us.

Though the poet may spend his life in skilfully rounding a measure,
Unless he writes from a full, warm heart he gives us little pleasure.

So it is not the speech which tells, but the impulse which goes with the saying;
And it is not the words of the prayer, but the yearning back of the praying.

It is not the artist's skill which into our soul comes stealing
With a joy that is almost pain, but it is the player's feeling.

And it is not the poet's song, though sweeter than sweet bells chiming,
Which thrills us through and through, but the heart which beats under the rhyming.

And therefore I say again, though I am art's own true lover,
That it is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.

 Ella Wheeler Wilcox's

BUILDING A HOUSE

Of building houses there is no end
with bricks and feelings thoughts and mind,
using the universal glue
that clings and sticks and binds.

Lovers spin webs for castles,
conquerors ancestral halls,
angels their heavenly mansions,
demons their prison walls.

Actors that tread the boards
and actors on the street
have studied how to speak their lines
and where to put their feet.

Each is his own creator
and jostles with the crowd,
entangled with his own conceits
by turns both arrogant and cowed.

Mother Earth

after a phone call with a dear friend

I remembered this 

The challenge we are working on
because of grieve and difficult times
we never came to this challenge

 For me this was a very nice theme
in a basket forgotten there she was

I took here out and love here
I will work on here again
and maybe we all come togethere again
to finish this challenge


have a nice day

Kantha

Jude is talking about Kantha

I did a try of Kantha for C&G

finished purse

joy

The morning sun began to shine.
I felt a gentle glow inside.
A sensation of happiness came to me.
A wonderful feeling of being free

My worries and cares seemed far away.
I knew this would be a special day.
Things that once mattered were now in the past.
I'm really wanting this feeling to last.

My joy and excitement I cannot hide.
Even my smile is extra wide.
I want to reach out and delight everyone
To touch their lives like a warm ray of sun 

Old Things are More Beautiful

(Clay Harrison)
Old things are more beautiful
than many things brand new
Because they bring fond memories
of things we used to do.
Old photographs in albums,
love letters tied with lace
Recapture those old feelings
that new ones can't replace.
Baby shoes, a Teddy bear,
a ring that grandma wore,
Are treasures waiting there behind
a door marked "Nevermore".
Old things are more beautiful,
more precious day-by-day.
Because they are the flowers
we planted yesterday.

Journal Cover

Full moon woven on a piece of Japanese woven paper 
A cover for a Journal
This is for the on-line class I will take on February
The Teacher Victoria Payne

Green fingers

Whatever she plants it grows rapidly.
Her soft magical fingers devote for a green house.
He was mesmerized to her sing-song while she was in the fields.
Though he passes several times on her premises
He is not so lucky to touch her transparent fingers.
Already a young vegetarian has joined her green revolution.
But once in a way he peeps to buy fresh vegetables.
Then he touches her finger tips.
He lived in his illusion half of the journey.

Full Moon

Full Moon Dream

When all living things I comtemplate,
your sun and stars, your galaxies,
like a flickering candle flame
my soul is overcome,
and just as the moon can only shine
by reflection of its sun, so is my being,
only to wane into the unseen,
until it stands
before + thee
again.

silence

SILENCE
Do not mistake silence for ignorance
For silence is not empty though it seems so

Even a thousand words could never compare
To the message transferred by one cold stare

A mind consumed and filled with thought
Would have less to say than one which is not

As a rubbish can would ring much less
If it was full than one empty of trash

Look up to clouds that roll by slow
Sile

Caterpillar

Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry
Take your walk
To the shady leaf or stalk.
May no toad spy you,
May the little birds pass by you,
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.

A brand new year

A brand new year!
A clean slate on which to write
our hopes and dreams.
This year:
Less time and energy on things;
More time and energy on people.
All of life’s best rewards,
deepest and finest feelings,
greatest satisfactions,
come from people--
people like you. Happy New Year!

Christmas

Christmas Spirit

Put up a splash of Christmas spirit
Put in a dash of love
Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it
Sing out to those you love

Christmas, Christmas, you can fill me
Up with Christmas cheer
Christmas, Christmas, you fulfill my
Spirit every year

Toss up a mash of extra magic
Toss in a batch of love
Let up the lights with random logic
Look out for sleighs above

Santa, Santa, can I have it
Please I’ve been so good
Santa, Santa, please I beg you
Please oh if you would

Get up a clash of Christmas color
Get in a catch of love
Set up and show the shiny decor
Shout out with Christmas love

Listen, listen, you can see it
Spirit everywhere
Listen, listen, you can do it
Spread it out and share

Put up a splash of Christmas spirit
Put in a dash of love
Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it
Sing out to those you love

Christmas, Christmas, you can fill me
Up with Christmas cheer
Christmas, Christmas, you fulfill my
Spirit every year

Love to you all

a place to sleep?????

Are you creating a place to sleep
she asked
no dear I am trying to get the quilt done

No I think your wrong
It is a great place to sleep
she sad

look here it is
my spot
I have to take a nap

well pined down
waiting for the cat
she is sleeping now
sssssst see you later

the border

Oh, do you know the Gingerbread Man,
The Gingerbread Man, the Gingerbread Man?
Oh, do you know the Gingerbread Man,
Who ran and ran and ran?
He said, "Catch me if you can,
If you can, if you can."
He said, "Catch me if you can,
Then ran and ran and ran.
I can run like the Gingerbread Man.
The Gingerbread Man, the Gingerbread Man.
I can run like the Gingerbread Man.
Now catch me if you can.

Travellers Blanket

The first time I saw the travellers blanket
  Dijanne Cevaal made it  I was in love
Now I am part of the course
 The first thing to do is painting the cloth
you can see the result.

Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.

have a nice sunday

new projects

I know it is not a quilt yet
I make a hexagon in 30 minutes
and every time I have one finished
I saw it on the other hexagons
I try to make one every day

But there is more
At the and of the year
new projects are born
old ones renewed
some are so lovely
i can not resist

Here are 2
I want to share
See what you do
I want them
and you ,,,,,

building houses
TAST 2012

Back from a warm and sunny holiday to a cold an rainy Holland .

Yes we are back 

a lazy week in the sun

warm nights

easy living

reading ,stitching

walking ,talking

back at home
cold and rainy
the normal live

it is good to be back

knitting

If you lke to knit
than here is a lovely link
Tiny owl

knitting

Don't listen to trouble, don't give way to fears,
Purl away your problems, knit away your tears.
Visit a local yarn store, for it's therapy if you're sick
Why pay shrinks and doctors when more yarn will do the trick?

hey nice to see you

I am a mother bunny,
With a white and fluffy tail.
I lift it up into the air,
Babies now follow my trail.

 knitting for Christmas
with 5 little knitting needles
go here to see more

have a nice day

Life is a dream

A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --

Long had paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes. 

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die: 

 Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life, what is it but a dream?

Penguin

The penguin's a bird that cannot fly
But can swim like a torpedo!
And on the ice
It looks so nice
Dressed in its own tuxedo!

"My Dear," said The Claus

           "There really is no need to worry at all

 

Your projects will all be completed this night,

                                           I'm terribly sorry we gave you a fright."

                       "Sit down. Have some tea. It's relaxing, you'll see.

                        My friends and I've come a long way to help Thee."

                                      She thought she was dreaming, our dear Quilter did,

                                     In fact she quite feared that she near flipped her lid!

  But the flash of the needles and twist of the thread soon gave her to know
   she had nothing to dread.

                 
They spoke no more words, but went straight to their sewing.                       
 How the work went so quickly she had no way way of knowing.

The stitches, how fine! The corners, how straight!
This Claus-woman's talent was awfully great.
They finished the pillows, then started to quilt.
Before they all knew it, the whole thing was built!

Now old Mrs. Claus, she knew quilters real well,
and she knew they'd need help on this night most of all
So she said to our quilter, "Just move over dear,
I've brought my own needle. We'll get done, never fear.
I told dear old Santa about what quilters do.
How they plan all these projects but have other work too.
So he taught me his magic for doing things fast.
There, that pillows done. Now this is the last.

They tidied their thread snips, and picked up the scraps
and chased our dear quilter's six cats from their laps.
As they scurried away with their thimbles still gleaming
dear Mrs. Claus paused, her cap ribbons streaming.

"Merry Christmas, my dear, now just have a ball!"