searching for light…
wool, water, soap and
the magic of felting

searching for light…
wool, water, soap and
the magic of felting


pumpkin harvest
once upon a time
I was a kid
Starting to prepare the garden and plants for winter. Several plants will be taking refuge in the greenhouse, where a heater will be protecting them from the frost’s cruel bites. Others will be toughening it out in the beds, with only a thick cover of straw.
For the first time, I will be planting garlic. I got the reading done, added a bed just in front of the greenhouse, and in a week or two, I will be planting. In the greenhouse, there will be potatoes growing in pots, salads, and herbs. Oh, the excitement! The excitement!

Having written an article on Parkinson’s and Haiku (Parkinson’s Toolbox: The Case for Haiku), I am playing with the idea of sequels. Such as? Well, Parkinson’s Toolbox: The Case for Gardening; Parkinson’s Toolbox: The Case for Table Tennis; Parkinson’s Toolbox: The Case for Felting! You get my gist. Between planting garlic, practicing serves, writing, and soaping wool there’s no time for apathy. Right? For now, at least…

felted fire bowl
the innocence
of red lipstick

not taking calls…
my mobile phone’s
new felted case



raised eyebrows the wine taster chews the wine



What is it about colour?
I am slowly building a new blog about felted haiga, haikufeltings, & all about my adventures in felt, Filz & felting – please take a look & let me know what you would like to see included there.


stepping into
the same puddle twice . . .
new pair of boots

distracted again
tall reeds
in the wind
.
Wet-felted beret drying!

empty snail shell—
swishing sound of
the garden broom

Wet-felted headband
harvest moon—
on the windowsill a bowl
catching the light

who is to say
this flower is not it …
failed star

distant train …
as if I had
the answer

felting class
we stop to smell
the roses
.
I made the purple and white flowers during a felting class by Beate Maxzin of Wolllust, “atelier fuer filzbegeisterte,” Augsburg. I am very pleased with the purple flower in particular! Wunderbar!

aging carousel
the restorer picks up
her brush

from my window
the path to
the woods

dawn …
what is life
but light

summer night’s dream—
and on the eighth day
she made a bear

Alpine air—
scent of the bubbling
stream

strong current
a chunk of earth floats out
to sea

morning post
scent of the letter marked
X

dense thicket
the wounded doe runs
for cover

for your journey …
we fold your dreams
under your pillow

bridging
the gap between us—
telescope

the baby
unfurling her fists …
peony buds

daisy meadow —
how to get the right
answer
