This post is dedicated to the remembrance of a dear friend, who passed away on Sept 15. Her funeral was today. Rest in peace Grace-
Blackcreek, NY July 2009
In the dusk before the day, I carry a basket of paper to the alley for trash pick up. There, floating though my head, I catch this thought: "You are walking too close to the overhang of the garage." Too close, to the potential September spider webs, of southwest Virginia. I veer away from the garage, toward the dying tomato plants. The unproductive, dying, tomato plants. There is a thick fog holding up daylight, and spider webs, and dying tomato plants.
In the dusk before the day, I wonder if there is a word for morning dusk.
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It is now evening, I come back to thoughts, left hanging in astronomical dawn, or more correctly, astronomical twilight. Dawn- of course, the flip side of dusk. Who knew? Twilight happens in the morning too. All my deepest thoughts, tangle into those who have pondered longer, and more intensely than I. The most illuminating line was this sentence, "For a considerable interval after the beginning of morning twilight and
before the end of evening twilight, sky illumination is so faint that
it is practically imperceptible."
Why are thoughts about things that are "practically imperceptible" a comfort for me today? Talking about a funeral would just be too hard.
I ponder that I have been away from my blog for awhile, again. I am not remorseful. I may have been remorseful yesterday, but not today.
In this writing I find comfort. Like a quilt, we create a place to find warmth. Although I write from this place of sadness - I also am filled with a calm. It could be a numbness, but I think it is calm. I think of my friend and know that her faith has brought her home.
Life happens, in the bright sunny spots and the twilight. We find ourselves, veering away from possible unseen spider webs, toward dying tomato plants. We find our distinguishable outlines, as the sun comes up. There is grace all around us.
Distinguishable Outlines by Teri H Hoover
Within the eye of the storm, I linger. In the husk of ashen twilight
where damp bolts of emotion lean into each other.
We stand in bundles.
Like fabric before it's cut.
Not trapped, but waiting.
Tears, gently folded into the corner of a kleenex.
I stand. The storm comes in ripping at the seams.
Shook to the core, we remain- this bundle.
Leaning into the storm, that climbed and claimed.
Sunday Wordle- the words are:damp, trapped, husk, shook, bring, corners, bundles, climbed, bolts, storm, remain, ash
It was a spectacular day. My friend Grace's favorite kind of day.
Can't you see her pedaling along that path?
Remember to love, breathe and love. Oh and buy lots of fabric
xoxo teri
Easy Piecers Quilt Group- January 2012-
Easy Piecer Quilt Group - May 2012-(thank you Kathy)
Rise, Set, and Twilight Definitions are from the Astronomical Applications Department, (
The United States Naval Observatory (USNO)3450 Massachusetts Ave, NW, Washington, DC 20392-5420) The U.S. Naval Observatory computes,
from fundamental astronomical reference data, the position, brightness, and other
observable characteristics of celestial bodies, as well as the circumstances of
astronomical phenomena.
