A flock of birds skimmed along the river's surface
having swooped down from the clouds just seconds before.
had a few more exercises.
The last being that of responding to words given us by Sandra.
Monday's writing exercise -
blue ink below sumi ink,
written, painted, cut, woven
to obscure my original words - too personal, too insecure.
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.