The quilt inspector

... has been hard at work, auditioning fabrics for the next project. He declares this to be suitable, if it's comfy enough to sleep on, I may go ahead.

Falling with grace

There is something about the metaphor of blossoms falling to the ground, that seems particularly apt at the moment. The blossoms and the wheels may be falling off, but in that, there is awe-inspiring beauty. The growth during spring is laying itself down before us, as if to say "look what I've been busy with" and then moving on with grace, in the natural order of life.
I'm afraid I must admit I have no idea what the name of this tree is, but it competes with the jacaranda for attention at the moment.
... and once the jacaranda moves on to its next task, the flame tree will take centrestage. It's a beautiful drizzly day today, just right to take pictures on the way to work.

And things will work out.

In the blink of an eye

... 11 days go by and you realise you have not posted. But since this blog is about fibre art and I have done no fibre art recently ... I am out of words on that topic.

I'm in that space where getting through days consumes all my energy. My job is ending at the end of the month, thankfully not because I was fired, but because the clinical side of the research unit I work for, is closing down. We're not getting new work and no work = no money = no job.

Sometimes this information flattens me and sometimes I feel it may be the start of a new life. Mostly the former. This year has been a rough one, with two hospitalisations and a rapid and prolific series of medications. Some days I'm buoyant and confident, some days I am as competent as the next person and some days I feel useless and worthless. Trying to plan a new life in the face of this inconsistency is a challenge, which I am sometimes up to, and sometimes not.

Add to this mix a number of rejections recently, some of which are perhaps only misperceptions (my judgment in that regard is not always to be trusted) and there are days when I'm somewhat adrift in a sea of uncertainty and personal unreliability.

One must persevere and be positive, say the gurus.
"I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul" says Henley.