Monday, January 8, 2018

This is Your One and Only Life

One of my favourite folk singers is Susan Crowe.  One of her songs has a chorus that goes like this - "This is your one and only life, what will you do?" A favourite poet - Mary Oliver - puts it this way - "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your wild and precious life?". Both women capture something of the wonder of just being alive, and ask a vital question that comes out of that recognition. Their words come to mind often. So I ask myself each morning - what will you do today? It's what others call mindfulness or living with intention.
My decision to take on the 100-day challenge was brought about, at least in part, in response to that question, that reflection. Each day of the year so far, I have woken up deciding that I will make some new thing. More specifically, a new 5" x 7" leaf or forest-related something, using the fabrics that sing out to me that morning. Here are the results so far:







The leaves are cut free-form, so no two are exactly alike. And I choose the fabrics each morning according to what catches my eye, and then look for good companion fabrics, limiting myself to using the fabrics I have set aside for this project, and any I see in my scrap-basket that seem to suit. Today (the last photo) was definitely a day when I was feeling the lack of sunshine - an example of how it is that I bring who I am to what I make. As I sit and do the hand-stitching, I think about the rest of the day to come, and people I will see and what I will choose to do. So the making of this small work, is a meditation of sorts. Some would call it a prayer. And that is how I'm answering the question for now - because this IS my one and only life.

4 comments:

  1. Very moving Pippa. I too feel like my daily morning stitching is a meditation.

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    1. I recently learned about Liz Kettle, who is calling what she does "Stitched Meditation", and have seen posts by several people who have taken on her challenge to stitch something every day.

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  2. I like Susan Crowe too, Pippa, and those exact words in that song occur to me often. As we get older, they become more and more apropos. I love the results of your self-imposed challenge so far. Those leaves and trees sing to me. My favourite is the last one: somehow those icy pale blues together with the deep, rich yellows and golds and reds make me shiver with pleasure. You sound so grounded and attentive, while I feel completely splintered, rushing from one deadline to another. I shall try to think myself into your frame of mind.

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    1. I'm beginning to think that being grounded means being in touch with the small and insignificant. And about having the time and the space to notice what's around us, in the natural world, that is. I would like to think I'm moving in that direction, but I have a long way to go. This is probably the silver lining to being physically less able to madly dash around as I once was want to do.

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