I turned to my Kindred Spirits, finding a thread running from tree graffiti at Tanglewood Threads to glyphs at Paper Ponderings to runes at Tales from the Birdhut.
I couldn't help but think of J.R.R. Tolkien's writings, replete with elves and dwarfs (dwarves?), hobbits and wizards ... all with their own languages. Once upon a time, I even re-imagined this in stitch ...
dated 1973, when I was seventeen ...
So today I stitched a galaxy ...
with no other message than this: it's not always clear what the meaning of life might be ... we just have to keep going.
One last thing, to end on a hopeful note. Every so often I look at the stats for the blog, which include the top referring sites. Today I saw a new URL and found my way to Bluebonnet Girl Weaving. The seventeen year old who still lives inside me found a new Kindred Spirit and takes heart that some things change for the better.
such sad news about your friend, now I understand why the runes meant so much for you....
ReplyDeleteI always find something to love at the Birdhut
Deletelove the runic galaxy
ReplyDeleteI dare say your art is a major influence in that regard (especially the illustrated lyrics of Old Man Crow)
DeleteSorry that you have such heavy news. It can be hard to make sense of it all.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dee ...
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