Unto The Hills

The 2015 Sacred Threads exhibition opened July 10 in Herndon, Virginia. The liturgical section includes two of my works, both inspired by daily life. The horizon line of the Blue Ridge Mountains is one of the delights of living in the Shenandoah Valley.  All three pieces are for sale.  Contact me for more information.

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Unto The Hills

 

If I were a psalmist, I would look to the Blue Ridge.

Old mountains catch the mist, the snow.

Old mountains protect the valley below,

Green valley where I walk in daily patterns.

 

The path of the labyrinth quiets my mind

And I raise my eyes.

I lift my eyes. The hills have shadows and trees.

Goodness is there. Help is present.

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Good Tools

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I listen and observe when artisans speak about the tools in their hands.  Passion infects the speech.  The tool is clearly an extension of the hand.

The hair stylist demonstrated scissors that rotate with her hand, reducing the chances of injury.  The gardener quickly cut tree branches with a lopper that has gears, not a spring.  He proudly explains it was a gift from his brother.  “Best gift, ever,” he declares.

My friend watches me snip around the appliqué shapes.  “Aren’t you afraid you will cut those threads?”  I hold up these scissors and smile, “Expertise, and good tools.”