Sunday, April 08, 2007

Resurrection Day

Buried in bookwork and tax forms most of the week meant not a whole lot of fibery happenings. The checks were written and forms mailed off on Friday. Huge relie to have that monkey off my back. Most of the afternoon was spent determindedly concentrating on violin music for ensemble practice later that afternoon.I did squeeze in bits of time here and there to finish my sample weaving. Since I hadn't woven in a year I did half the piece in a twill, the half other plain weave to get the feel for weaving again. Switching to the tapestry bobbin for the black cormo (I was not able to capture the true bright blue, or the black) made that part go much quicker. It still needs to be cut off the loom and finished. Meanwhile I'll leave the remaining warp threads on the loom to tie the new warp threads to. This is "junk yarn" that I don't mind using for what is know as loom waste which usually takes about 24" of each warp thread needed in anchoring a piece to the loom.

Wednesday evening the mens prayer group hosted a memorial supper. One of the guys had marinated the beef and lamb roasts then slow cooked them on the barbeque all afternoon. Otherwise it was a very simple meal with raw vegetables, dates, raisins, and quick flat bread. At the end they served honey bread signifying when God gave Ezekiel, and later John in Revelation, His Word, it was sweet as honey in their mouths. We were asked to observe silence as we ate of the bread. The silence settled over the room like a heavy mantle but soon it was as a comforter; peaceful, warm, and oh so right. The flavors in the bread came alive in my mouth as I focused fully on each bite. Hazelnut, dates, a bit of chocolate, wrapped in flour and honey. The impact that this is how we are supposed to eat struck home. And so too it is how we're to partake of God's Word; focused and mentally engaged.

Thursday and Friday were days of almost 80 degree weather! The nights were cold with frosty grass and windshield in the morning but the days were bright and precious as jewels. Everything is growing so fast it's almost impossible to keep up, especially when one is buried in paperwork. Then early Saturday morning the sound of rain woke me up with astonishment. Heavy dark skies with clouds sitting low on the mountains drenching everything. At Saturday's spin and knit-in at the LYS people somberly entered, slowly gathering. Almost everyone put down their gear and headed straight upstairs to Not Yo Mama's Coffee shop for a much needed java pick-me-up. I was pleasantly surprised to see my cousin Tim later that morning when he popped in, he's working on the website for the shop.

Friday our Hairpin Lace Frame was used on DIY's Knitty Gritty! Stitch Diva used it to teach the technique of hairpin lace. That's something I've played around with but haven't yet made anything.

Birdsong woke me up at 5:45am. Early dawn light seeped into the room and I jumped out of bed. Less than 20 minutes to get ready and head out the door for the Sunrise service at the Scout Ranch where Crooked Finger was providingp the music. Such a beautiful drive but no time to stop and take pictures. It may only be five miles away but the road is narrow and windy as it follows Butte Creek. We had a wonderful service with some new pieces of music that surprisingly came together in two practices (and no written score, just words and chords). Afterwards was a huge breakfast. It's been a good time for reflecting on the tremendous incomprehensible love of Jesus.

The scene from the side deck of the lodge looking south. All of you experiencing snow and cold rains, please don't be envious. The clouds and rain have moved back in this afternoon. A ham is slowly roasting in the oven and the kids will all be joining us for dinner later today.

Butte Creek Narrows right below the Scout Ranch. This picture does not do justice to the torrential depths of the creek! It is much wider than it appears. Salmon and steelhead are running, as well as the kayakers. We saw several cars with kayaks lashed on top going up the road as we came back home. The Narrows is a class five cataract. Most kayakers put in just below then dash downstream ending at the Scotts Mills Falls.

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Blogger cyndy said...

wonderfully written post...from your weaving to the Narrows...such a peaceful rhythm...I love the things you notice!

4:35 AM  
Blogger Tracy said...

I really appreciate your description about the mindful way in which you ate the bread at the memorial supper. I, too, am seeking to be more mindful, to see and to experience life around me so much more clearly. I find your blog inspiration, because you seem to live in auch a beautifully mindful way.

7:59 AM  
Blogger Artis-Anne said...

A truly expressive post and thank you for sharing them ; just reading your words gave me a feeling of calmness.
I miss the companionship of silence with others if you understand what I mean

12:27 PM  
Anonymous tiennie said...

I saw that episode of Knitty Gritty and was so excited for you two!

2:22 PM  
Blogger Charity said...

It sounds like a beautiful few days, Wanda. :0)

3:18 PM  
Blogger Karen said...

I, too, got a great sense of peace from reading your words, Wanda.

1:53 AM  
Blogger Marianne said...

Wanda, such a lovely post, weaving us into your week. It felt good to be woven.
So glad your tax paperwork is finished and how much lighter you must feel. (I know what that feels like).
Thank you for sharing all through the week, your thoughts and revelations all sang to me of your life....and in turn makes me feel so blessed that you are here and making a better world for it.

3:46 AM  

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