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day 21: stamina, stamina, stamina then hope

Hello again!  Here are a couple of good thoughts for your Thursday, from rock legend and wise woman, Patti Smith*:

– Stamina is required in the maintaining of hope.

– The important thing is to keep living because only by living can you see what happens next.

Hang in there!

And fyi: here are some more of the premium cotton fabrics available for the face masks I’m sewing for people, upon request ($5 each or $0.00 for medical personnel).  Pick-up at my house in West Seattle. Mail orders upon request, with prepayment and a self-addressed stamped envelope.

 

*Patti Smith, review of Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his Years of PilgrimageNew York Times, 8/10/14.  Image above by New York artist Yuko Shimizu, printed with the original review. This picture–and the concept of a person who is colorless–seem prescient in this time when losing your sense of smell might mean you are very sick… but not feeling ill.

And here is a pic of the great musician and poet today, such an amazing woman. Thanks for keeping your beautiful natural look, Patti Smith!

Patti Smith today The Guardian

Stamina (Etymology: Latin pl. of STAMEN. The senses arise partly from sense ‘warp (of cloth)’, partly from application of pl. to the threads spun by the Fates.)

  1. pl. The original or essential elements or form of something, esp. an organism; rudiments.
  2.  pl. The innate strength or vitality of a person’s constitution, formerly supposed to govern or affect length of life.
  3. sing. or (orig.) pl. The ability to endure esp. physical strain or fatigue; capacity for resistance or endurance; staying power; perseverance.

from  The Shorter Oxford English Dictionary on Historical Principles, 5th ed. (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2002), vol. 2, p. 2997.

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Day Nine thoughts

 

 

I admit to feeling a bit burned out today. The weariness is well-earned, after three hours hand-stitching the binding on this “European Childhood” quilt. Although I love the meditative work (and, let’s face it, I’m not exactly toiling in a sweatshop here), sewing by hand is tiring. I can see why women who did this all day would become blind and stooped over from the painstaking labor.

Yet the hand-sewn imperfection is exactly why I put on the binding this way. It’s like a handshake or a hug. The stitching is linked to reality by someone’s hands, and has a certain aura because of it.

As one of my all-time favorite authors and creative people wrote:

“A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.”

–Haruki Murakami