My poor wandering mind has been followed with the wandering body...never home, never on the blog site.
So sad that life is so busy/so crazy.
Have had days of great creativity...something new and of course, colorful!
BEADS!!
I found that the colors of the world are also in the reach of the "bead addict"...add this to the compulsions I face daily!
Earrings are my first projects.
More beading stories later.
YARN!
...colorful of course, although the white/creams are also intrieging.
New yarns in pretty nuby pastels. [A scarf was already "born."]
New yarns with the pizzaz of glittery metallic...waiting in the darkness of the mundane plastic sack. Maybe it is insulted to have it's beauty left in annonymity of the darkness..and on the bedroom floor no less!
Beginning a new scarf tonight...jewel blues!
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Color Me Knitting
Color me knitting.
The mind is twisting as the yarn moves along the sticks! Color concepts have found a home with yarns and strings and shines of color, a world where the fibers catch the light. All colors can be Queen here in the Knit Kingdom of the "Wandering Mind!"
Purple was a changling and through the yarns it moves to many places. I chose purple to give as a scarf, but the colors of the Heather were so hard to find. Dark black fuzzy, with bits of purple and turquoise were all I could find, to knit with a very dark purple chenille. So be it, but not quite right.
Aha, recently purples have been found, many now are here, available; a new scarf emerged and it was good.
But now something has emerged as a scary thing...Circular needles reside with me. They have no persona, they are gray. Poor sad gray bits of hardware. They need life, but I am afraid of them. I believe knowledge gives them life and I must find it. If I do, they will whisper in the yarns, whisper that they are magical!
I am off in search of some of that magical knowledge and I will ask my sister knitters, for help.
The mind is twisting as the yarn moves along the sticks! Color concepts have found a home with yarns and strings and shines of color, a world where the fibers catch the light. All colors can be Queen here in the Knit Kingdom of the "Wandering Mind!"
Purple was a changling and through the yarns it moves to many places. I chose purple to give as a scarf, but the colors of the Heather were so hard to find. Dark black fuzzy, with bits of purple and turquoise were all I could find, to knit with a very dark purple chenille. So be it, but not quite right.
Aha, recently purples have been found, many now are here, available; a new scarf emerged and it was good.
But now something has emerged as a scary thing...Circular needles reside with me. They have no persona, they are gray. Poor sad gray bits of hardware. They need life, but I am afraid of them. I believe knowledge gives them life and I must find it. If I do, they will whisper in the yarns, whisper that they are magical!
I am off in search of some of that magical knowledge and I will ask my sister knitters, for help.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Coming in from Out of the Blue!
I am resisting this...Coming in from out of the blue is hard..I will do it gradually.
Since Purple is a blue/red combo this is a good transition.
Ahh...a purple haze is the mind being treated to a comfort zone with this color...relaxing; do I smell Lavender? Is this wafting from a special part of the rainbow? The morning and the evening, which is this haze?
It is morning and the strong sun is trying to press it's strength over the purple mountains to give the earth a change. A few clouds still cling to the mountain tops, or is this water vapor from the generating plants or the mechanical plants...Oh, relief. It is neither but the soft mist from a mountain pool that causes the purple to hold back the sun just so, across the rocks. If only for a instant longer...
And now, the wandering mind moves on; problem and mystery of the light of morning is solved.
But what of this place at evening? Does the outcrops of wild heather glow stronger in it's color of purple in the evening light?
Wait! the Heather wants to tell of it's bright mid-day tones. They are so showy, the blossoms are so distinct, you won't miss one shade. Look at them: purple, lavender and a blush on the white, of shadowy changing purple, as the light travels across the bloom.
Fine, you've had your say.
This is pulling us into ongoing commentary about purple. Obviously it is a tenacious color... As it won't let go.
Since Purple is a blue/red combo this is a good transition.
Ahh...a purple haze is the mind being treated to a comfort zone with this color...relaxing; do I smell Lavender? Is this wafting from a special part of the rainbow? The morning and the evening, which is this haze?
It is morning and the strong sun is trying to press it's strength over the purple mountains to give the earth a change. A few clouds still cling to the mountain tops, or is this water vapor from the generating plants or the mechanical plants...Oh, relief. It is neither but the soft mist from a mountain pool that causes the purple to hold back the sun just so, across the rocks. If only for a instant longer...
And now, the wandering mind moves on; problem and mystery of the light of morning is solved.
But what of this place at evening? Does the outcrops of wild heather glow stronger in it's color of purple in the evening light?
Wait! the Heather wants to tell of it's bright mid-day tones. They are so showy, the blossoms are so distinct, you won't miss one shade. Look at them: purple, lavender and a blush on the white, of shadowy changing purple, as the light travels across the bloom.
Fine, you've had your say.
This is pulling us into ongoing commentary about purple. Obviously it is a tenacious color... As it won't let go.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Another Day Another Color
It may be a stretch am I out from under the big tree by the stream full of fish or am I still there? Make the mind stretch...Oh, that feels good!
Pop!
Yep it stretched and I find I am in the realm of the Blue Men...BLUE!
Is it comforting or is it awakening?
Today it is comfort.
Blue in a yarn made soft by heavy, strong and noisy machines. There is a smell of engine oil in the air, people wear earplugs and there is a fuzzy blue dust bunny, floating in front of the hard working sweeper's soft mop!The spinners bring forth miles and miles of yarn. It is a slightly faded denim color with lighter blue slubs, it is coming to a store near you.
One near me!
I look. I think and I choose. It is perfect to use with a strong multi color yarn that has also been born of man and machine.
Is it a foreign born? Did this yarn travel? Yes, wonder what tales it could tell if it hadn't been packed into a plastic bag and great brown box?
The mind wanders on...
Are all blues sad, are they meloncholy? I think not, they rise in the sky over clean aired mountain, so how could they be sad or sorry? They sing...you know "sing the blues?" Those blues are a very exclusive color. The color of emotion. Ah, this is where color and feeling mix. How lucky those blues are!
Warm, fuzzy, soft, harsh, vibrant, cool...the color blue can be this in thread or thought.
Which would the color blue wish to be, if given a choice?
Pop!
Yep it stretched and I find I am in the realm of the Blue Men...BLUE!
Is it comforting or is it awakening?
Today it is comfort.
Blue in a yarn made soft by heavy, strong and noisy machines. There is a smell of engine oil in the air, people wear earplugs and there is a fuzzy blue dust bunny, floating in front of the hard working sweeper's soft mop!The spinners bring forth miles and miles of yarn. It is a slightly faded denim color with lighter blue slubs, it is coming to a store near you.
One near me!
I look. I think and I choose. It is perfect to use with a strong multi color yarn that has also been born of man and machine.
Is it a foreign born? Did this yarn travel? Yes, wonder what tales it could tell if it hadn't been packed into a plastic bag and great brown box?
The mind wanders on...
Are all blues sad, are they meloncholy? I think not, they rise in the sky over clean aired mountain, so how could they be sad or sorry? They sing...you know "sing the blues?" Those blues are a very exclusive color. The color of emotion. Ah, this is where color and feeling mix. How lucky those blues are!
Warm, fuzzy, soft, harsh, vibrant, cool...the color blue can be this in thread or thought.
Which would the color blue wish to be, if given a choice?
Monday, January 10, 2005
Moving on into color again...
Lost in the wonders of that wandering mind, I swoop into: What does the mind require...? Does it just lay in wait like the fishing lure mentioned previously? Again the wind catches this lure and seeks the thoughts which drift back to color; the fish waiting to be caught!
Off goes the "mind-stream," with the fish a flash of color! This time it will be red...a good basic!
Is red the color of heat, blood the dead and dying salmon in the Alaskan stream, coming home to spawn/die. Is this color also about life?
Yes, RED is the color of life.
Give blood it is life, leave blood for someone, as you donate part of yourself. Cover yourself in the red of life; wear a scarf of red knitted yarn. It has a flash of silver in it, the sparkle of the excitement of life!
The flash of silver once also belonged to the salmon. It is gone now but with death is life and the fish lives! Red is the leaf that floats slowly past the fish, it swirls. It changed to red at it's life end and then it begins a cycle not unlike the fish as it goes to the soil. The wearer of the scarf moves on and into the shadow of the tree that sent it's leaf to the soil On the edge of the stream more red is seen in the berries and the dark red bark. Nature is a complex arrangement of red. Learn from the red of the woods and the stream environment.
Off goes the "mind-stream," with the fish a flash of color! This time it will be red...a good basic!
Is red the color of heat, blood the dead and dying salmon in the Alaskan stream, coming home to spawn/die. Is this color also about life?
Yes, RED is the color of life.
Give blood it is life, leave blood for someone, as you donate part of yourself. Cover yourself in the red of life; wear a scarf of red knitted yarn. It has a flash of silver in it, the sparkle of the excitement of life!
The flash of silver once also belonged to the salmon. It is gone now but with death is life and the fish lives! Red is the leaf that floats slowly past the fish, it swirls. It changed to red at it's life end and then it begins a cycle not unlike the fish as it goes to the soil. The wearer of the scarf moves on and into the shadow of the tree that sent it's leaf to the soil On the edge of the stream more red is seen in the berries and the dark red bark. Nature is a complex arrangement of red. Learn from the red of the woods and the stream environment.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Tossing and turning to "gold!"
OK, I'm thinking yellow is a sunny beginning for the week and gold is even better. Didn't folks turn their whole lives around for that?
Why do we think yellow is cheery?
[Does this harken back to the gold issue? Probably not.]
I like the sunflowers and daisy shaped flowers, they are usually yellow. Looking out my window I am seeing a BIG yellow centered tire on a John Deere tractor...even THAT is cheery! So much better than a dull gray tire, if you really want to get into that issue!
Golden morning are warm and have grand expectations for possible picnics and deliver perfect drying days for the wash on the line. MMM! Smell those fresh clothes!
Who can resist the golden eye of the tiger cats? Not me.
Yellow does not mean cowardice, it means yellow ribbons to greet the loved one coming home!!
[My thoughts are not finished with yellow yet but I will move on around the color wheel as it influences my life...]
Why do we think yellow is cheery?
[Does this harken back to the gold issue? Probably not.]
I like the sunflowers and daisy shaped flowers, they are usually yellow. Looking out my window I am seeing a BIG yellow centered tire on a John Deere tractor...even THAT is cheery! So much better than a dull gray tire, if you really want to get into that issue!
Golden morning are warm and have grand expectations for possible picnics and deliver perfect drying days for the wash on the line. MMM! Smell those fresh clothes!
Who can resist the golden eye of the tiger cats? Not me.
Yellow does not mean cowardice, it means yellow ribbons to greet the loved one coming home!!
[My thoughts are not finished with yellow yet but I will move on around the color wheel as it influences my life...]
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Catching the elusive thought minnow
After the first cast the next step is to catch that elusive thought minnow. Not the big one or even the panfry size but a minnow thought. One that can grow and give me a chance for a bigger catch another day!
The minnow thought today is: Learn to listen, so the egotist isn't me!
Next thought, as yet unanswered...
[Because I LOVE COLOR, and think ABOUT IT A LOT!]
...A thought about the feeling a special color might give off.
Do colors live and breath and give?
I will work on my answer to my own question. Maybe I will be ready to cast out again and reel one in? Perhaps larger than a minnow?
The minnow thought today is: Learn to listen, so the egotist isn't me!
Next thought, as yet unanswered...
[Because I LOVE COLOR, and think ABOUT IT A LOT!]
...A thought about the feeling a special color might give off.
Do colors live and breath and give?
I will work on my answer to my own question. Maybe I will be ready to cast out again and reel one in? Perhaps larger than a minnow?
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
First Thoughts: tossing and turnings of the mind
The first thought:
Oh, should this be an important missive or a silly creative flaunting of the ability of a fading mind? Shall it be silly, different, maybe coy?
I have many questions of myself...why do I do this, why does anyone do this?
Are we egotists who can never get anyone to listen?
Is this a way of yelling out in the darkness? I want to think I may have something to offer, something to startle someone, something to make an interesting question come up on the screen of the mind. What I have writen here is a floundering of thoughts, in the wandering mind it is so typical!
The first thoughts are like a first cast of the season: Here fishy fishy! Then, please fishy fishy...come to me!
Wandering thoughts will collect and come flying out ...soon, or Maybe NOT!
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Oh, should this be an important missive or a silly creative flaunting of the ability of a fading mind? Shall it be silly, different, maybe coy?
I have many questions of myself...why do I do this, why does anyone do this?
Are we egotists who can never get anyone to listen?
Is this a way of yelling out in the darkness? I want to think I may have something to offer, something to startle someone, something to make an interesting question come up on the screen of the mind. What I have writen here is a floundering of thoughts, in the wandering mind it is so typical!
The first thoughts are like a first cast of the season: Here fishy fishy! Then, please fishy fishy...come to me!
Wandering thoughts will collect and come flying out ...soon, or Maybe NOT!
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