Tag : Words

felted sculpture by Marjolein Dallinga for bloomfelt.com

2 january 2015,felt whisper,

Where you stumble, there your treasure lies.
Joseph Campbell

Crafts: “A matter of scale and pace”
We feel ,we felt
The loose fibers interconnected into a web,into bonded fabric.
We women ,like the fibers become interconnected. Visible and invisible.
There are the visible felt creations,and the invisible felt which represent the meetings ,the partnerships,and the sustainability  of the women.
Felt making an expressive Art to develop a new community.
I am grateful to be invited in this world .
Stay with the wool.

Happy new year. Marjolein 

felted sculpture by Marjolein Dallinga for bloomfelt.com

21,december, feltwhisperer

Winter has swallowed us, taken us deep. In the chill of ice, trees stand stark as bones, the land is cold iron, frost slows all movement so Gaia is still as death. Only the brilliant stars in the black sky remember the rhythms of earth as they wheel through the night. All is connected. As stars bloom and die, as flowers fall to seed, as bone becomes nurturing ground, the wheeling universe lives in its Beauty and pattern. We are stardust, born of the Great Goddess, and in her is all hope. Even in the most severe terror of darkness and cold that Kali brings, the Spark flares again to ignite the perfect miracle of life. When all seems lost, the mystery of the universe begins to lift us into light and renewal once more.
— Rose Flint © Mother Tongue Ink 2013, excerpted from We’Moon 2014 p.179
Happy holidays for everyone

inspiration for bloomfelt.com

Hawar,Olderbekoop 19 juni 2014

End of first workshop “Seed,fruit,& flower ,at the wonderful textile studio HAWAR,Olderberkoop ,Holland 

Dansen
“…..dansen moet je zei schaapman. Zolang de muziek klinkt moet je blijven dansen. Hoor je me? Je moet dansen . Blijven dansen. Je mag je niet afvragen waarom je danst. je mag niet aan het nut ervan denken. Nut heeft het hoegenaamd niet. Als je daarover begint te denken, vallen je voeten stil. En als je voeten eenmaal zijn stil gevallen kunnen we niets meer voor je doen.”

felted sculpture by Marjolein Dallinga for bloomfelt.com

Sincere,without wax. 20 June 2013

To journey without being changed, is to be a nomad. To change without journeying is to be a chameleon. To journey and to be transformed by the journeying is to be a pilgrim.” Of course you know, we hear that and discover that, and I and everyone who reads that or hears that, we want to be the last one. We don’t want to be chameleon or the nomad, but the truth is, we’re all three, and we move among these things. This is part of our incarnation on earth.
Mark Nepo,
Book of awakening