Monday, September 28, 2015

Journal 2015 - September Snippets - A Broken Heart - Healed

My previous post {September 24th},  published my thoughts on "A Broken Heart", a story i had written in a recent creative writing class and my stitch interpretation.

Mary-Ann from Magpies Mumblings, popped by for a visit and kindly suggested i stitch a pocket on the back of the heart. A home for the story... I loved that idea. Done! It gives more meaning to both pieces, the stitching and the writing. They now live together like they were always meant to. I feel like the broken heart is healed.  Thank you Mary Ann, you are welcome to visit and offer your suggestion and guidance any time.


My crazy patch heart has also had a touch of buttonhole lace stitched around the edge.
It is now complete.
 
 
 

 






 

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Journal 2015 - September Snippets - "A Broken Heart"

As i reflect on my journal writing of September, it is highlighting that many within my circle have experienced some of lifes little let downs, failures, hardship, and situations where they feel like their heart is breaking.
I'm sure you know the feeling, - your heart is shattering, splitting and bursting at the seams. 
It is fair to assume that most of us have suffered from a broken heart at sometime in our life.
 
 With this in mind i am sharing another little story i recently wrote in a Creative Writing class.
 

  " A Broken Heart!"

Cocooned within its cage, deep down in the core of her sole, her Anahata is experiencing an earth quake.  Her Sushumna nadi, the body’s great river that meanders along the spine is cut of as it reaches the heart chakra, disconnecting the self-perpetuating hoop of life.
She notices her heart palpitating, pompously promoting the story, retelling of her despair, as she watches the outside world with puzzlement.  “Do they not see her heart is in the pits of despair?” she thinks as feelings of disassociation arrive.
Tremors of sadness ripple through her heart, reminding of her romantic foolishness, where she spontaneously placed her happiness in another’s hands, who ensured ostentatious manipulation.  
As she battles with acceptance, the seed of fear begins to surge, splintering her gelatinous heart, and tendering an eeriness to her presence.   Her altruism stolen, she is now arrested in time; her heart frozen and pained endorsing her scarring.  Her love energy has tiptoed away, mysteriously hidden from its possessor.    Prickling, and heavy, her chest tightens, breathing becomes slow and she grasps for air, seeking a way out of this labyrinth. 

"And now for my stitch interpretation. "

 
 What better way to interperate a broken heart than with a gold crazy patchwork heart!
 
 
Bursting seams sew back together with tiny little embroidered flowers, using one thread strand of gumnuts silk.
 
 
 Gold - is the dominant colour for my stitched heart.
This was chosen to help mend the broken heart by portraying the cheerful, bright side of the hue.
 { I did a touch of research on the colour Gold last year which can be seen here}
 
 

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Journal 2015 - Snippets from the beginning of Spring - "The Journey of a Raindrop"

OK..It is officially the 2nd day of Spring here in the Southern Hemisphere, and it is raining, quite a lot actually, with dark clouds looming and storms predicted for the rest of the day.
With this in mind i am sharing a little story i recently wrote in a Creative Writing class with the  Writers Studio.

"The Journey of a Raindrop!"    

Hoovering helpless within the clouds, anxiously awaiting my opportunity to slip through an air current, and join my siblings. The clap of thunder stormed through my body as the signal for my journey to begin.  Inhaling a deep breath of courage, I squirm, squeeze and press myself through the crack, determined not to be left behind.  "Made it", exhilarated and free, my first journey to the land below. There is no time to experience the fear of falling, as I am drawn down by some powerful magnetic force. I cannot stop it as I plummet faster and faster into the unknown. Suddenly PLONK I have come for a momentary rest upon a wing of an eagle soaring home to safety.  Propelled back into the crowd of siblings, I commence my journey down, towards the human creatures.  In a moment I am of the absurd realisation that they appear to be afraid of us, as they scurry for cover. I giggle at this as I slip and slither down the wet shiny surface of a car and then fall ka-plonk onto the grey surface.  Distorted, but not hurt, I pick myself up and feel a touch annoyed at the thoughtless clumsy human creatures everywhere that I have to sidestep. My siblings join me and we skip and trickle to form an elongated stream of water and meander along the gutter, down the dark hole into the pipeline. As I see the ocean ahead, I realise that my journey to this strange land is nearing an end and aching for the chance to do it again.

"And now for my stitch interpretation. "

"Hoovering helpless within the clouds"
Frothy machine embroidered scrim to represent clouds
 
"I giggle at this as I slip and slither down the wet shiny surface of a car and then fall ka-plonk onto the grey surface."
French knots in raindrop shapes.
 
"My siblings join me and we skip and trickle to form an elongated stream of water and meander along the gutter, down the dark hole into the pipeline."
Lace and French knots forming a line