Here is another video I edited for my Love Louder Project. This week the question is, “Are We There Yet?”
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Wednesday Working — More Scroll Saw
I just started a new poetry seminar which is very intense and consuming most of my time this week, but I still managed to get some time at the scroll saw. Here’s where I am with the cross I am working on:
I almost half way through this. I figure I have maybe another 20 hours before it’s done.
Here’s a close up of the blade and one of the holes:
The pencil is a 7mm one and the blade is just to the left. The blade is about the thickness of a few sheets of paper. Yes, I use a magnifier for this work the smallest holes are about 1/4 inch and the one the blade is in is about 1/2 by about an inch long.
That’s it from the workshop this week.
Wednesday Working — Video
I have been working on scroll saw and quilting projects as well as starting to edit a series of slideshow style videos for my church. I’ve also been getting ready to start an intensive poetry seminar for the next 10 weeks. The only thing I’ve completed is this video for a thing I’m calling “The Love Louder Project.”
The idea behind the project is to create ten positive and meditative videos that will be shared on social media. This first one titled “Spirit” is a poem written by a friend of mine. The whole thing is less than three minutes so it fits into the current world’s short attention span.
I’m hoping that some of you might like this:
That’s it for this week. I expect that my blog output will be low the next couple of months as my time gets consumed with poetry writing. Well, if you need me, I’m looking for photos for my videos.
As The Pizza Cooks — Episode 32
Again fire destroys and
turns old family photos to ash to be
blown out to the sea of faded memories.
Home and hearth transformed from comfort and care
into a cot in a shelter.
That sense of belonging to a place, a community,
becomes a particle of despair dancing
on a morning breeze where once dandelion seeds floated.
I stand in front of my stove, cooking breakfast
and not understanding
what a thousand acre of fire means.
Eggs on the second shelf in the fridge,
bacon in the meat drawer, hash brown patties from the freezer.
Spatula in the drawer on the left, tongs for the bacon on the right.
Flame starts the bacon sizzling, how can that little blueness
reduce thousands of homes to memories?
The TV voice adds to the story, a church is gone,
history burned, and hundreds of thousands of
people on the move away from angry flames.
Breakfast conversation starts.
Yes, we should have a “go bag.”
Where are our passports, what we would do with
the cats if we had to flee on foot?
My heart aches to comprehend.
What could we do with just a wallet, cell phone
and a car full of cats?
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and that’s what happened to an essay about the Southern California fires — it turned from fact to feeling. A thought about that sense of place and what happens when it’s gone, runs out of the mind and into the heart. I wonder, why them and not me?
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