poems and thoughts shared

Do you know Mary Oliver's poetry yet?  Try this...

Mary Oliver Reads "Mornings at Blackwater"

http://blip.tv/mariashrivercom/mary-oliver-reads-mornings-at-blackwater-4911062

I thought of posting the poem on FaceBook, but I'm so disillusioned with the quality of comments there.  I like emails, I journal here in my blog, and enjoy reading other blogs and seeing wonderful art and pictures of nature.  Having friends, new and old, is nice.  Thanks!

Amika, I loved your tree coil pot...and don't see a thing wrong with the glaze.  I think your sheep are so cool too.  You obviously are very creative!  Kuddos!  (look at Amika's comment on my post on June 5, the second one, for links to pictures of her hand built pottery)

I notice that comments tend to get burried, as opposed to emails.  Well, they can disappear too.  But to find the original comment and post near it, means making a comment several days ago.  I don't like that.  So as far as I'm concerned, I'll make today's comments on today's post, even if they refer back to several days ago. 

OK, my pottery calls me now.  A wheel thrown closed shape wants to be cut into a box, then have a rim and cat features added.  I formed 2 others yesterday, and they are drying.  I got a kick out of making them, and that's what this should all be about, don't you think?

More Women's History and poetry

from your email account go here for an educational quiz...

"National Women's History Project (NWHP)" <nwhp@aol.com>

Take the full Women's History Knowledge Challenge

 I started with the 20 questions version, as Women's History Project posted today...then wanted to see what the "full challenge" would hold.  Golly gee!

I thought I knew a lot about Women's History...nah.  I got about 3 or 4 of the 20 questions right.  No comment on the 50.  How about you?

Flat Creek, Montreat, NC

and to give you something for your efforts (everything is about an energy exchange isn't it?) here's a favorite poem of mine by Mary Oliver...the last line of which always makes me walk around in another space for a while...

Summer Day

So what am I doing with my one wild and precious life?  Sitting here writing a blog that I doubt that anyone reads, just musing, or assembling a body of work by women artists, or avoiding doing something great?

Like buttons.  I've got some interest in having some for sale on consignment at a new cloth and weaving shop in town.  There are certainly other potters already making buttons, but I'll give it a try.  The only thing is, then I also have to work out the logistics of making all the parts, as well as the display and marketing of them as a consignment.  Not my favorite pastime.  Yesterday I realized I didn't need to reem out the holes by hand, but could use a drill bit on my Dremyl tool.  Ha.  So I brought home what I'd done so far, to work on when?  Not sure.  Now would be one possibility.

 Oh here's a picture, I hate when blogs don't have them, don't you?

Feb 26, 2011 First Daffodil