Hate has no home here

Hate has no home here

Most of my social media participation these days is related to textiles. Many of the groups I joined originally had a “no politics” rule that always made me bristle. I usually just self-edited myself out of anything controversial in order to focus on the particular...
Sing out Loud

Sing out Loud

It’s been so inspiring to hear the singing voices arising out of Minnesota and Greenland and other places where people are coming together to resist racist violence. Reminded me of this old quirky tune, taught to us by a dear friend, All God’s Children Got A Place in...
Tinkers Arise!

Tinkers Arise!

My dad was someone who tinkered — sometimes it worked out and other times not so much. Today I spent some time tinkering with an old sewing machine that sits in the corner of our dining room. It is branded after the old Eaton’s store as Eatonia. I learned...
Earth altars

Earth altars

If you’ve ever made a sandcastle then you can appreciate ephemeral art — something that is made for the moment with an appreciation that it will not last. These days the fragility of our natural world makes it even more precious. It’s even more...
My first teacher

My first teacher

One of the more recent teachers I have had related to death-care impressed me by always sharing a story of her teacher. I’ve heard her present a number of times and she always starts with the story of her first teacher. I have taken that practice to heart. I am...