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Wing: 100 Days (48)

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Day 48:

Crocheting and a walk to High Point with my love.

Shifting
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

In Our Lady’s Garden,
tall birds strut and bow,
ravens call from high in the branches of an old oak tree,
a deer steps out from the brambles,
a long green snake winds its way through the grasses,
and a ladybug redder than a drop of blood takes wing.
An owl calls from deep in the shadowed forest.

Here you feel your grandmothers’ eyes upon you,
you hear your name in the breeze 
that rattle the branches of the witch hazel,
and the scent of roses surrounds you.

You could take on any shape you choose.
Any word will transport you.
Any fluttering leaf could become a wing.

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Vampire: 100 Days (47)

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Day 47:

Today’s poem is a quickie. I like the basic idea, but I’m throwing down the ideas tonight in hopes that I can come back later and refine it if I still like it.

Vampire
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

He needs our outrage, our fear, our despair.
He feeds  on our anger, our exhaustion.
Creates chaos, watches hungrily
for morsels of panic to consume.
Do not invite him in.
We must starve him.
Feed him our fortitude, our joy, our whimsy.
Prepare feasts of compassion for our neighbors,
banquets of beauty and art, fiestas of free thinking,
Gorge him with humor and hilarity.
These things he cannot abide.
They will not nourish him.
Bring him into the sunlight.

Crocheting with such fine yarn is really slow going. This is when I usually start to abandon a project. So this is the point of my choice to finish my UFOs for this 100 days—to keep me engaged in projects that don’t show a lot of progress.

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Shapeshifting: 100 Days (44)

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Day 44:

A little more work today on the Grey panel of the shrug. I counted my hearts and flowers for Pride: 129 in the current batch.

Shapeshifting
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

Before I was born I was a little owl
gliding over moonlit fields
listening with the dish of my face
feeling my way through air
as a fish feels the water
which is both its existence
and its road.

When I die, I will curl into the womb
of the World, the coils of my snake body
sliding through the passages of earth
which will be both my pathway
and my truth.

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Question: 100 Days (43)

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Day 43:

Finished panel 2 in the shrug. This is definitely not going to fit if I construct it as I was thinking of doing. Some re-designing will be necessary. Unlike my knitted sweater, this is not something I would completely frog and re-do.

I also made the pink hearts and flowers and the rose today. The little blue heart was a gift from a friend, along with the three stones. I finished the last of my Kilimanjaro tea in my Tanzania mug. Blueberry mango smoothie for supper.

Question
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

Who is calling your name in the dawn?
Whose voice do you hear in the garden?
Will you come alive?
Will you be reborn?

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Mystery: 100 Days (41)

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Day 41:

Today’s Project Work: A few more rows on the yellow piece of the shrug, and three pink hearts.

Today’s Poem:

Mystery
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

When did you first notice
that you could smell the corn pollen wafting
over the hill in the summer breeze?

When did you first feel the urge
to leap over streams and bolt
through the underbrush?

When did you first see the shadow
of antlers when the rising moon
flowed over your shoulders?

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Hunger: 100 Days (39)

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Day 39:

I took up my bamboo shrug project today. I haven’t worked on it for a long time, so I had to figure out the pattern of stitches again, and I made two rows before I realized that I had started at the wrong point in the pattern, so I unraveled back to my starting point and got it right the second time. I love the silky softness of this yarn.

Happy National Poetry Month!

Hunger
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

What are you really hungry for?
–Rob Brezsny

Today I have the hunger of the crow,
that is to say, ravenous for shiny,
starving for the artful view
of chimney tops and aerials,
roof ledges, and nests high
and twiggy in the sycamore,
near to where the eagles feed
their own insatiable young.

Today hunger resides not in my belly,
round as it is with the recent birth
of my cronehood, but is lodged
somewhere inside my indigo eye,
deeper dark even than my wings.
If I could, I would consume the world
with my shining eyes, filling my soul
with the map of my unquenchable yearning.

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#The100DayProject Day 1

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Day 1:

The first photo shows the two completed pieces (of five) of the Alone Together Sweater I began in 2021 when I was in Covid Quarantine. I completed it about a month ago, and unraveled it because the sizing was way off. The second attempt (ATS 2.0) is less wildly wonky, but still wacky, but in a satisfying way.

Today I cast on the 35 stitches for the third piece, and knitted 11 rows. 

Then I sewed in the loose threads on several flowers for Pride. I have 53 ready to go. I think I’ll want to increase my goal number from 200 to 400.

This afternoon on a Zoom call, I am going to do some mending. I won’t keep up this pace for 100 Days, but today is a Sunday and rainy.

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