A Year of Listening: Final Post

An adventure is, by its nature, a thing that comes to us. It is a thing that chooses us, not a thing that we choose. — G. K. Chesterton

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May our year end in the presence of good company.

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A Year of Listening: Week 44

This is the lesson that history teaches: repetition. — Gertrude Steinstitches

Silk scarves stitched for dyeing.  The simple running stitch is meditative repetition.

A Year of Listening: Week 41

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In the long run,we shake out lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. — Eleanor Roosevelt

My favorite tool for creating shape is a familiar pair of scissors.  I would welcome a pair of scissors that could trim out clutter, tiresome relationships, and ill-conceived ventures.  Maybe I need to do some shaking out first.  I can let loose of useless perspectives and meaningless habits. I can be selective about companionship.  Then I am going shopping for new scissors.

A Year of Listening: Week 39

day lilies 010To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. — Emily Dickinson

I studied flower arranging as a 4-Her in my youth.  Using day lilies was an introduction to wabi sabi, a term I would not learn until many years later.  What is blooming today, and only today?

Listening Together

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The Terpening siblings met face to face in this month; we usually meet monthly via video calls. We talked about work environments.  We visited in Paul’s workshop.  We discussed Beth’s stand up desk.

We are confident that for all of our days we will share creative chat, that we will listen to each others’ creative journey.  We rejoice in good company.

Who keeps you company on your journey?  What can you do to enhance the listening?

A Year of Listening: Week 36

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Silence is not the absence of sound. Silence allows many sounds to reach awareness that otherwise would go unheard — the sounds of birds, water, wind, trees, frogs, insects, and chipmunks, as well as conscience, daydreams, intuitions, and wishes. — Thomas Moore