Ash Wednesday: The Hands that Hold the Ashes « The Painted Prayerbook Image: Blessing the Dust © Jan Richardson Readings for Ash Wednesday: Joel 2:1-2, 12-17; Psalm 51:1-17; 2 Corinthians 5:20b – 6:10; Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21 (For the Ash Wednesday 2015 post, click Ash Wednesday: The Terrible, Marvelous Dust.) My husband’s ashes are in the keeping of my brother. You can imagine that Ash Wednesday will feel different for me this year and always. In the midst of my struggle and sorrow, what I keep seeing are the hands that hold the ashes—my brother’s hands, and the hands of those who, in gatherings around the world next Wednesday, will trace the sign of the cross on each brow: sign of repentance and release, sign of stubborn hope. How about you? Blessings, blessings to you as Lent draws near. Will You Meet Us A Blessing for Ash Wednesday Will you meet us in the ashes will you meet us in the ache and show your face within our sorrow and offer us your word of grace: –Jan Richardson An invitation into Lent…
Fine Mess Pottery Raven Hill Pottery | Handmade Pottery Inspired by Nature You'd be Surprised. Enjoying a happy ending smoke, I suppose. I joked, “If herpes was a color, it’d be that orangey-pink.” But my friend stayed quiet in the drivers seat. Stupidly, I kept talking, sharing my disgust for the scene outside my window, “You’ve gotta be some kind of desperate to pay for sex. “You’d be surprised…” is all he said. And I assumed he was talking about the mayor of San Francisco…or Kevin Bacon, or something. But that moment in front of the SurfWind motel came back in a flood of understanding a year later, when my friend said he needed to talk and I found him lying on the floor, just a pile of tears and snot, and I heard his confession through his sobs. He was married, he was a pastor, and he was right – I was surprised. Later, I sat talking with a group of women while we sipped coffee and nibbled the ends of crispy cookies like emaciated wannabe super-models. And I had to smile. Do you really want to know who does “that?” We are the People of the Second Chance. I need a second chance.
Just Because He Breathes | Learning to Truly Love our Gay Son… Stéphanie Devaux Textus Voiles de peau Livres, objets de curiosité Tarlatane, soie, gaze de coton, papier, métal, mues, cheveux, filasse Broderie, couture, calligraphie, lettres imprimées Les textes sont de Henri Michaux
Letting in the Light I have just finished making a few small notebooks that are secured with an elastic when closed. These soft covered notebooks are decorated front and back with hand decorated paper and my carved stamps. My thinking is that they would be perfect to tuck inside a purse or a bag for note taking. I have designed them so that when the pages are filled with notes, they can be removed from the cover by simply slipping them out and replacing the pages with a new set of pages. I have made an extra set of pages for each notebook.... and am wondering if I should make 2 extra sets. But until I decide I am happy to report this one small project that has been in my brain for some time is now complete.
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tracemarks Robin Luciano Beaty I had some things to say - Green Glass When I bound this journal, I remember very clearly that I had some things to say. I took a lot of photos, which is unusual because I get so excited by the time I get to the binding that I often look up, realizing that I've stitched the whole thing without a photo taken. I've actually undone a binding, just to photograph a bit of the steps. I pick bindings that I think I can handle (although I'm pretty good with juggling pages and backs) and which fits with my skill set. I use floppy spines so that gives me some flexibility in manipulating the book. Also it lays flat. I am often hung up on doing things "right", which means I don't start until I have an idea in my head of how it goes on, but making journals been very freeing because I know they're just for me, there is no wrong, and if I run into a problem, I can figure a way that works for me. I have learned- don't tighten the stitches until and unless you have to. Keeping a waxed thread from tangling takes practice and patience. Very.
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