Cranes Overhead

Over the last several days I have heard the calls of the Sandhill cranes as they move north. These huge birds fly in flocks, high up in the sky, but their sounds are loud and unmistakable. The daylight is longer and the snowdrops are in bloom.

I have been thinking about ordinary women—our friends, neighbors and colleagues—our fellow needlewomen. My ongoing series, Ordinary Oracle, is meant to speak to the wisdom and goodness in the people around us. Everyday we find evidence of women who have a vision for repairing the mess we have made of our world. We need to listen up.

Ordinary Oracle: Talsimanic Cloth, 46 x 32”

What I am Reading:

This Time Tomorrow, by Emma Straub; Nightbitch, by Rachel Yoder; The Cartographers, by Peng Sheppard; (all on audio) and as print books, Shotgun Lovesongs, by Nicholas Butler; The Rabbit Hutch, by Tess Gunty and Demon Copperhead, by Barbara Kingsolver. I loved the Kingsolver book—I didn’t want it to end.

Apron Strings: Moments of Passage, was selected for Fantastic Fibers, Yeiser Art Center, Paducah, KY. More on that later.