Scotland - Tactile Notebooks Day 5

All too soon, Friday arrived. The last day of Tactile Notebooks and the Written Word. Not wanting to dwell on just what that meant, yet feeling reflective, I began my day as had become my habit.

A flock of birds skimmed along the river's surface

having swooped down from the clouds just seconds before.

Friday's lunch.

 The afternoon

had a few more exercises.

 dark

The last being that of responding to words given us by Sandra.

 

 

moon

Monday's writing exercise -

blue ink below sumi ink,

written, painted, cut, woven

to obscure my original words - too personal, too insecure.

Accept.

 

Tea bags - rusted, printed, sewn

secured with a horse hair circle -

a gift from my table mate and friend.

My walk through Newburgh, documented by holding pencil to paper 

and letting the marks happen, then choosing an area stitch.

 Silky black Habu with chartreuse DMC.

 

More writing - about being present, centered, focused, here, now.

The week ended with gathering upstairs to read our 

27 words before sharing a bit of our notebooks.

We gave thanks to Sandra for an amazing experience.

One last look into the room that held such magic. 

That big middle table, upper left was my spot. 

Kelly to my right,

Katie directly across.

Jill beside Katie. 

A truly surprising and magical week.