Hello on this first day of summer, a summer like none we have ever had before. Yet--is there hope on the horizon? My area begins opening for Stage Three probably by Wednesday of the coming week. I am assured that if I wear a mask and ''sanitize'' I am safe to go out to the grocery store and possibly to visit my best friend L, if we sit in her lovely quiet garden.
I have become such a frightened miserable person during this time. I try so hard to keep a good face on things, but a sudden flare up of my pain issues has laid me low. I was so terrified at the doctor's office this week I was shaking, blood pressure soared. Of course he responded by Rxing massive amounts of pills, just one more upsetting hurdle to deal with. Surely one doesn't need two different blood pressure meds in large doses?
I don't have much to share: I'm having design problems with the two large scale applique projects that were options for this summer, and due to making masks, the commissioned baby quilt grown large, and thank you gifts,
Silent Night is not ready for its applique either. I did have the FG collage [ugh?]. Almost done with embellishing. It is tobe a throw pillow, but it really doesn't go, does it?
and I'm working on my Tiny Baskets. I plan to at least attempt the darling tiny blessings embroideries this weekend.
I had to stop sewing on my friends' thank you gifts and Baby Pineapples, as machine sewing exacerbates the hip pain. My dog walker, reinstated now, with caution, has let me down repeatedly and other Mo helpers are getting testy--even annoyed. "You need to get a grip on the pain, you have to be strong,; be independent, go to the store too..." and so on. Mo deserves better.
So anyway instead I'll tell you about the most beautiful Midsummer celebration I witnessed many years ago.It took place on the beach, the open beach before the dunes were formed.
My friend and neighbor, a middle-aged woman, invited all her female New Age/ Wiccan friends to celebrate the festival of the Summer Solstice.
There was a big white tent, garlands of flowers, lovely foods and much wine served. [I was invited to drop by, though not encouraged to stay.]
As the long evening approached some of the woman created a very large spiral walkway in the sand, perhaps, 50 feet in diameter--a path in, a path out. As sunset began falling finally the drumming began, so joyful, in an odd way. The women wore the flower garlands and chanting, singing slowly spiraled through the circle, in, out. Again, again. As night fell.
It was very beautiful.
love
lizzy
gone to the beach......
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