Jig of the Morning

Dawn awoke on a quiet May morn.
Lavender, azure, a mist draped dawn.
Silence dances intimately with flowers and trees
While the star of the morning greets the wood.
The flowers that slept are gently awakened
To the motion of silence preparing for song.
Foxglove and Primrose have joined in motion
Bluebells and Snowdrops have intertwined in this dawn.
They meet in a clearing as directed by silence
Greeting one another with sweetness and smiles.
Quiet.
Silence.
All is stilled.
Then their stalks tingle with anticipation
Their roots and their petals yearn for the song
The moment, the movement, the music has spoken
Their hearts are all racing, the jig has begun.

Around the house, swaying in sixes, every petal pulsing to the count of eight.
Primrose to Foxglove, Snowdrop to Bluebell, partnered together to wheel at their home.
Their motion and damhsa creating the music, the souls of each flower directed by song.
Advancing to center, pairs step in the tightness, sharing the sweetness of dancing in May.
Retiring to home, cutting in sixes, the ceili enchants the wood draped in dawn.
Swirling as one, yet part of the greater, the couples themselves house to their home.
A new figure begins, a garland of flowers, the partners now chained go round to their home.
They turn to their partner, yet wheel all alone now, taking the moment to move with the mist.
Then together they’re off, intertwined with the music, housing the figure of eight back to home.
The gates are then lifted, arching up to the trees, lilac light pouring down, gently brushing their faces
The Foxglove and Primrose, Bluebells and Snowdrop glide through the gates, together in motion
Then clasping their partner, they flow through once more.
Home is still waiting as they house round the wood now, waiting to wheel as they reach it in time.
Foxglove and Bluebells shall step for their honor:
High cut, stamp, shuffle, hop, stamp, point, point, batter, hop back.
High cut, stamp, shuffle, hop, stamp, point, point, batter, hop back.
High cut, stamp, shuffle, hop, stamp, point, point, batter, hop back.
High cut, stamp, shuffle, hop, stamp, point, point, batter, hop back.
Primrose and Snowdrop look on with pride as their partners step the words of their souls.
The pairs back together, grasp at each other, preparing to house around the last time.
Eyes shining, smiles gleaming, the air is alive with the motion.
Hearts racing, souls bursting, the air is alive with the music.
The dance intertwined with the song.
Home.

Silence.

The flowers disperse for the star has now risen
The amethyst aura, now condensed by the set,
Becomes buttery shafts that pour through the trees.
The ceili of dawn churned a glorious morning.
The sweetness of May can be felt on the breeze.
The silence surges backward, breathless for a moment,
For the Foxglove and Primrose, Bluebells and Snowdrop,
Their likes never again shall be seen.

 

– This was written in response to the dance “Aoibhneas na Bealtaine,” which is Irish for “The Sweets of May,” an adapted version of an Irish figure dance collected and published by The Irish Dance Commission in 1969. My professor, Jean Denney Grotewhol, adapted it.

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Adobe Magic…. also known as Procrastination

Well… ummm… yeah. I’ve pretty much perfected the art of procrastination. This being my first year of graduate school and my fifth year of university and my 18th year of education in general, I’ve had quite a bit of time to master this art.

Procrastination usually takes the form of facebook, nintendo, minecraft, or embroidery, but recently I’ve been procrastinating with some photoshop. This is today’s result:I’m not very happy with it, but only so much can be done with a broken camera. Oh, wells. Maybe next time the scene will turn out better.

Doodling with Thread…

In my post about things that didn’t seem to go together I mentioned “Embroidery and Tax.” Unfortunately, everyone knows what tax is so no examples need be given of that particular profession. However, embroidery is an entirely different animal. It seems to be an almost lost craft that has recently come bursting forth back into life. I had never seen it before the spring of last year, when my mum bought a quilting book that happened to have a section on embroidery. That is a long way to say that I love it!! It satisfies my love of sketching and coloring while creating long-term projects that are actually useful! Perfect?? Yes.

This is my very first block. I was so happy with it that I framed and photographed it.Here are some close-ups of the individual areas:

It is hanging on the wall as I type. The original purpose for this thread doodle was to quilt several squares together into a crazy lap quilt. But that idea quickly left as soon as I pressed my hand on those tiny glass beads…. not a pleasant impression to cuddle up with. My newest blocks (only one of which has been finished) have no beads or buttons or any other hard object that could leave an interesting impression in one’s hand (or face if you happened to nap just right.) As soon as my camera becomes unbroken, my foreign object-less blocks will be posted.

Hooray for thread doodles!