An amusing double crested cormorant
i haven’t been posting lately, so here are a couple of recent projects. First up are flower cards woven on 8 shafts and sent to some friends and family for Easter.
And a scarf in a wool/silk blend woven on 4 shafts.
Hoping to see carolina wren chicks soon!
I haven’t posted in quite some time, but in case anyone is reading, wishing you a very Merry Christmas
by Ann Maire Mitchell, Spring 2021
We stood silently and Watched her silently stand How patiently she waits As around her, the water breaks Does she know she’ll catch a fish Or is it more of a hope, just a wish I could learn a lesson from her, maybe two Patience is in fact a virtue Does she know her beauty is admired? Is our audience and attention desired? Surely that cannot be the case Here’s another lesson for the vain human race
by Ann Maire Mitchell, 2021
Do you believe in the power of prayer, Or do you think there’s a God who doesn’t care? Or perhaps you think there’s no God at all, That it’s on our own that we stand or fall? In prayer, I believe much mystery is found, For I’ve felt God’s presence all around. I believe he hears and answers each petition, That he truly is the Great Physician. But there must be more to it than I can know, Not as easy as tangible results that show. We’re spiritual beings in this earthly sphere, So how come we only care about what happens here? Trust me, I have had miracles in my life, Prayers answered when I called out in strife. But surely Lazarus, once raised, again must have died Does that mean God doesn’t still reign? That he lied? Or could it be that more was going on, Physical healing not the whole day, just the dawn? Repairing a body to show the brokenness of the soul, And a glimpse of what’s to come when He makes us whole
by Ann Maire Mitchell, July 15, 2021
(with thanks to Paula for this icon that hangs on my wall as a daily reminder of His nearness)
The thunder crashes, the lightning strikes, the waves break And I fear the storm this little boat of mine into splinters will make I scan the horizon; it is my Lord I want to see But there is nothing but darkness and storming all around me But then I realize I am looking out there in the fear And he’s not out there. No, he’s so very, very near See He’s right here in the boat, sleeping peacefully by my side And it is in Him, not in the storm, that I abide It can be so hard to forget where my focus should belong I want the storm to end; to find somewhere out there the coming dawn But sometimes the storm rages on and on, with no end in sight It’s then I need to rest with the Lord, remembering it is He who holds me tight
by Ann Maire Mitchell, November 2018
I wonder what the angels do all day And our loved ones who’ve passed away Do they sit around playing lyre and harp Polishing halos, keeping robes looking sharp I certainly hope that’s not the case Or heaven is sure to be a very dull place I would like to think the angels are busy indeed Continuing to bring hope and help to those in need I’ve felt it myself, I really have The presence, the comfort, a healing salve I know that it is hard to explain This unbidden help from the celestial plane But I promise what I am saying is true Pay attention, someday it may happen for you It isn’t something you imagined or thought up It’s a way of drinking from the living cup Are the angels bored or do they to some task turn their hand Something that benefits our troubled land Do they continue to grow, love and serve Helping us in ways we neither notice, nor deserve I appreciate these gifts when they come They warm my heart and make my soul hum Reminding me that loved ones we held dear Are so very tantalizing near Now you know what I think. Heaven can’t be a dull place Nor an eternity of doing nothing for us to face Surely there is more for us in store Something that will really make the spirit soar How all of it works, I need not know For One day it will be my time to go I suspect God will have a purpose for me there Something more than heavenly robes to wear I’d like to think that He will have some task for me To someone else, that whisper of love I could be Perhaps that is the point of being here below Learning to walk with him now, his love to show Oh to imagine a place so pure Without our earthly trials to endure But until then we’ll show as much love as we can Trusting that the angels will lend us a helping hand
by Ann Maire Mitchell, January 2021
If you had a crystal ball, Would you really take a look? If you could see it all, If the future was an open book? Perhaps you’d take just a peak To get a glimpse of what’s to come Is that what you would seek Of the future, to know only “some”? Or in this, would you have no part? Preferring to take each day as new Keeping the future in the dark Waiting til each day comes into view Looking back over what’s come before I know the choice I would make I’ve already handled so much more Than I ever thought I could take I wouldn’t look ahead, even if I could I prefer to let the future unfold Facing what comes, for ill or good Trusting I’ll have God’s hand to hold.
We have started enjoying squash and zucchini from the spring garden. We are watching the tomatoes and eggplants grow, and Mark harvested our potatoes this morning. I guess you can find instructional videos about anything on the internet!