Thursday, 28 July 2011
what are you doing dearie?
i could be doing any one [or more] of a number of things
# tidying up the carpark
#looking for my contact lens
#dancing with my imaginary friend
#trying to work out how many leaves i need to gather if i want to stitch a dress the size of my shadow
#planting tomatoes
#waiting for a butterfly to land on my nose
the author of the most amusing suggestion [you'll need to be a follower of this blog to participate] will receive a present.
you have until Monday August 1 to dream something up
and write it below
swingtags
australia- you're standing in it,
life,
musing,
windfalls,
writing
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Obviously you are trying to catch your shadow (which looks like it is busy ecoprinting itself with windfalls) and stitch it back on again.
ReplyDeleteYou are cradling a baby in your arms - the baby of "Rock-a-bye-baby in the treetops" fame. Luckily for baby you walked under the tree just as the wind brought down "the cradle, baby and all" and broke the fall. The size of the windfall indicates just how strong the wind was that day.Good catch....or....Howzat!
ReplyDeleteyou are whispering to the shadows of generations future: dance.... find leaves... plant tomatoes... wait for butterflies...
ReplyDeletefor the carparks of the future will be empty of cars and suddenly full of exciting possibilities...
xxx
your best darth vader impression.
ReplyDeleteyou are creating a golden orb that will transform the earth into a peaceful planet.
ReplyDeleteAiming your arrow towards that new adventure.
ReplyDeletedancing in the waves of the sea
ReplyDeleteyou are sandwiched between heaven and earth, and reciting the r. herrick poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time":
ReplyDeleteGather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
only you meant dyeing.
Well it's wintery out, you have donned your big coat..
ReplyDeleteHeld close to your breast is your trusty saxaphone.
You wait for the carriage silently,
ready to travel the long, bumpy road to the nearby Priests'Priory.
Upon arrival you, and after suitable warm up with your fellow musicians, you shall begin the evening with a small tipple , then a rambunctious rendition of a John Coltane tune...
Aaah, a fine night ahead you think to yourself.
And you smile .
Going through a stained glass window into another dimension . . .
ReplyDeleteYou are measuring for a new frock made with the lightness of the early morning sun and the fragrance of gently used leaves.
ReplyDeleteemerging from the center of the earth or maybe just reflecting on your work.
ReplyDeletefloating on your back in a sparkling stream and letting the water carry you to a place where the sun sings on your skin and the trees whisper their songs and you are among people you love.
ReplyDeletehave the leaves rebelled? because you are obviously wearing camouflage.
ReplyDeleteps--i follow you everyday. i just don't know how to BE a follower.
you are , of course, becoming solid after immersion in the cauldron
ReplyDeletethe offerings so far have had me chuckling into my tea cup
ReplyDeletethank you!
and Linda
'following' is easy...click on the link on the right side of the page where it invites you to 'follow'...that way you'll only have to swing by when i've actually published something new... :))
Just wandering around?
ReplyDeleteWell, of course, you are dyeing a cloth-image from your own shadow and a pile of beautiful, golden leaves.... though its one that only the spirit of the land and you (and now, we) can see. Like a Tibetan Sand Mandala, when the wind blows and you move, it will never be the same. And you are wearing your ancient grandmother's traveling cape and carrying a bundle of wrapped medicines in your arms, just as your ancient grandmother did when she wore the traveling cape.
ReplyDeleteOooh, I like R's suggestion best so far. Well, it is the end of winter, so I think you might want to be catching as many rare rays of warm sunshine as possible, or cleaning out the ash from the stove and making wood ash water for the coming summer. Such a practical set of choices, though.
ReplyDeleteNooooo ..... Its obviously the freshly laid out foliage, on your next length of fabric, for a steamy bundle.
ReplyDeleteMind you, how the hell your going to get them to stay put, after all that careful placing, once you start rolling THAT into a bundle Ive no idea...But thats probably what your stood-standing there thinking!Infact is that a glass of wine in your hand to help you think?
India busca la flor morena...
ReplyDelete"Quien la encontró en la montaña, mi amor,
siempre tuvo noche buena
y tuvo suerte y tuvo amores, mi bien
Bendita la flor morena.
Que la busque el que la quiera tener.
Bendita la flor morena.
El pájaro la protege, mi amor,
le monta guardia la abeja,
pinta su aroma en el aire, mi bien.... . .
de Henry MartÃnez
Un saludo desde Argentina a la que busca entre sombras.
(perdón pero no hablo inglés, te sigo con el traductor)
well.... such poetic and intriguing offerings! Bravo everyone. Nothing from me today... just a hello India! Off for a nap myself after a too busy week... too busy to even get to emails for 2 days!
ReplyDeleteFirst the nap... then the rest!
ciao,
S
Transmogrifying
ReplyDeleteHmmn there's a stunning old children's book called "Play with me".... Maybe you're staying really still and quiet so a fawn can lick you on your cheek....
ReplyDelete"HMMMM, I'm tempted to roll in the leaves, looks soft and comfy, but will I be able to get back up???"
ReplyDeleteClearly you are pondering the chances of discovering an exact replica of the 18th Law of Dynamic Inspiration in Winters alignment of windfallen leaves.
ReplyDeleteOr possibly noticing how similar the leaves look to spawning salmon.
That's an interesting light. Is it a moonlight? You might be doing just one or all the first four suggestions. Or you are just warming up in the wintery sun, counting days until the sun gets strong enough to help you to 'cook' in your couldrons.
ReplyDeleteyou are draping your article of faith on one of the boughs in the Church of Generous Trees.
ReplyDeletePlaying statue with the neighbourhood kids.
ReplyDeleteComparing the number of leaves to the number of stars.
ReplyDeleteGazing into a leaf mirror.
ReplyDelete"Um...hey,'Lyptus ...does this leaf dress make me look fat? No seriously, I have the Windfall Ball coming up and anyone who's leaves are worthy of printing will be there and there IS this one young Sycamore and well (clears throat), I'm hoping he'll shed some of his bark for me. I'd simply never peel it off myself...
ReplyDelete...Oh stop that now! It's for my next printing project! You know I only use what falls to the ground naturally. Oh my my my, you're making me blush the colour of your eco-print!
(I follow your blog via RSS feed - see you at Haystack! Yay!)
Shush . . . I'm listening to my mind's eye.
ReplyDeleteSinging that old country classic - There aint nothing shaking but the leaves http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNOq5tL34ow
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ReplyDeleteYou are stalking the wilderness without a map.
ReplyDeleteI think you & the batphone have been out on a walkabout adventure and you've come upon THIS...a promising pile of windfall. "Do I have enough pockets for all this?" you wonder, but before you start scooping them up, they get their portrait taken. So in the end, the carpark does get tidied (although unfortunately, your contact lens is lost forever) and your shadow dress learns to dance!
ReplyDeletebecoming one with the clouds to conjure up some rain in Texas.
ReplyDeletegathering the lightinto my basket here...
ReplyDeleteI am so far behind I think I am first.
ReplyDeleteThinking up an amusing contest idea!
ReplyDeletei loved reading all the comments -
ReplyDeleteyou're emersed in the world of "shadow stitching" - an important pass time when wandering about in nature without a needle!
I was going to take the challenge until I read Pam's entry. No chance against that one! I laughed outloud.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes to the winner you choose!
Jean Marie ...has it nailed
ReplyDeleteand r is on a good thing.... well done I love these comps India, so much fun
I went out hunting one autumn day only to discover my rifle turned into a duck.
ReplyDeleteChoosing your next lovely green design for your Spring outfit.
ReplyDeleteCreating a self portrait shadow photograph with dappled light,fallen leaves and petals on the breeze?
ReplyDeleteSadhana xx
your followers have beautiful minds............
ReplyDeleteXXXm
dearie, am just popping out for a bottle of sapphire....have this lot bundled and stitched.....will dye together on my return xxxxx
ReplyDeleteYou are given glimpse of the women from the past shown through the sunlight and the leaves who have helped shape and form the woman that you are today and the view of the women to come .
ReplyDeleteTony Christie - I Did What I Did for Maria
ReplyDeleteSun rise this is the last day
that I'll ever see
out in the court-yard
they're ready for me
but I go to my Lord without fear
'cos I did what I did for Maria.
It´s my imagine to this picture
You've found one of the secret portals to the Wild Roads that the cats use to travel in the dreamtime!
ReplyDeleteNB Gabriel King writes about those in-between spaces in his books "The Wild Road", "The Golden Cat " and The Knot Garden"
'Never mind all that mystical poetic stuff, just tell me does my HALO look BIG in this???'
ReplyDeleteAnd India, I hope you will take into account that when i wrote my comment it WAS still Monday 1st August in the UK, 20.25 PM BST!!!!
ReplyDeleteback to
ReplyDeletewith a jigger of blue
knowing full well what's next to brew
cheers!
this image makes me think of a witch or wise woman standing by her cauldron, with her broom ! hax great image.
ReplyDeleteYour version of wondering how many leaves make a dress makes me gigglexx
ReplyDeleteEy I see she comes yet wrapped in winters protective trench. Bringing with her a bit of springs reward. She carries forth her offering of a tightly bundled symphony whos last recorded breath was fall watched over her with a vigilant eye, knowing she would find joy in spring when once again she discovered what had been left for her by seasons past.
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