Sunday, December 21, 2014

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



Sunday, November 30, 2014

31,November 2014 ,I survived the night

Messenger

"The only way to keep a gift alive is to pass it along."


by Mary Oliver

My work is loving the world.

Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—

          equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.


Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?

Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
          keep my mind on what matters,

which is my work,


which is mostly standing still and learning to be
          astonished.

The phoebe, the delphinium.

The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.

Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,



which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart

          and these body-clothes,

a mouth with which to give shouts of joy

          to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,

telling them all, over and over, how it is

          that we live forever.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

8,november first snow

I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?

Book of Hours, I 2


R.M Rilke


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

21, October autumn

Art makes life bearable. It isn't a luxury. Like our capacity for understanding, and our experience of love, it is a vitally important part of life.
Gillian Pederson Krag

Monday, October 20, 2014

Adios Chile,back home In the north ,20 October 2014

Feeling grateful after a wonderful felt adventure in Chile.

Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu. (A person is a person because of other people.)

African Proverb


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Los Andes,Chile 12 octobre 2014

"The best spiritual instruction is when you wake up in the morning and say, 'I wonder what's going to happen today.' And then carry that kind of curiosity through your life."
Pema Chödron 

Friday, October 10, 2014

10 October 2014,primavera en Chile

Being in South America,Chile
Very warm welcome
Soft friendly people
Open

De noche, amada, amarra tu corazón al mío
y que ellos en el sueño derroten las tinieblas” 
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness” 
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets


Saturday, September 27, 2014

27 September 2014,World of wearable Art,New Zealand

My garment was featured on the WOW show this week.
More information http://worldofwearableart.com


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

17 septembre,autumn is coming

Grief is a felt experience of love for something lost or that we are losing. That is an incredibly powerful doorway.
Chris Jordan


Monday, September 8, 2014

7 September 2014, opening felt exhibition Nagele,NL

Crossing Borders,an international felt exhibition opened yesterday in Nagele,NL


I am participating with 12 other felt artists in this sculptural felt exhibition.

Let me know what you think about the show......



Thursday, August 28, 2014

28 August ,the new STUDIO :bloOmfelt 42

Two days ago my first workshop in the new Studio :BloOmfelt42

I feel blessed

More information about this soon.

Living is a form of not being sure ,not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how ,you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong,but we take leap after leap in the dark.

Agnes de Mille.


Sunday, August 24, 2014

Sunday 24 August ,souvenir of the west

Where does it all lead? What will become of us?...It leads to each other. We become ourselves.
Patti Smith



Friday, August 15, 2014

Moving15 August 2014

Your emotions are a compass

"Events don’t cause stress. What causes stress are the views you take of events.”

no worry before it’s time.

Ce que la chenille appelle mourir, c’est ce que le papillon appelle naître

Friday, July 25, 2014

Alberta,25july 2014

THE FELT WHISPERER 

I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul of the giver.
Maya Angelou


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

23, July 2014 west

Wonderful felting week at Whitbey island
New friends and beach walking,amazing trees

One day we realize that we are fishing our whole life but we are not after the fish



Friday, July 11, 2014

Venus,11 July 2014

Sunny beautiful Friday ,in Quebec

I am Lilith, slave of no man
In the Night, when it is quiet
I can hear your whispers
Like an owl, I take flight
A serpent coiled ready to defend
All in need!





Wednesday, July 2, 2014

2 July ,Utrecht ,the Netherlands. Duur uw uur


Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There's a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in

Leonard Cohen

Thursday, June 19, 2014

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."




Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Europe,16 June 2014

l' exigence du lointain
porte le cadeau de la perspective
pour ceux qui partent pour ceux qui restent 
temps de pause et de veille au jardin
c'est à genoux qu'on cultive la terre


Thursday, June 5, 2014

5 June 2014,blue In Green

If you realized how powerful your thoughts are, you would never think a negative thought.
Peace Pilgrim

Sunday, May 25, 2014

25,mai 2014,Sunday

Ce qui ne peut danser au bord des lèvres s'en va hurler au fond de l'âme.
Citation de Christian Bobin ; Œuvre : L'autre visage - 1991. 


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Mai days,6 mai 2014

 an old Dineh song from Arizona :

    I walk in beauty
Beauty is before me,
Beauty is above me,
Beauty is below me,
Beauty is around me,
    I walk in beauty
 

Sunday, April 27, 2014

27 april,sunday

Immense et Rouge 

Immense et rouge  
Au-dessus du Grand Palais  
Le soleil d'hiver apparaît  
Et disparaît  
Comme lui mon coeur va disparaître  
Et tout mon sang va s'en aller  
S'en aller à ta recherche  
Mon amour  
Ma beauté  
Et te trouver  
Là où tu es. 


                                                                   Jacques Prevert

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Tuesday,snow day ,rain day,8 April 2014


. Sit and hear the wind in the dark forest


 

To dilate means to widen or open more fully and the purpose of experience, both through ease and pain, is to widen and open us more fully. The normal way we meet the world is full of bumps and bruises and noise that scratches up the heart. And yet, if we can endure and lean in, we are widened and opened to a depth that weaves the tissue of the Universe together.

The Dilation of What Seems Ordinary

Just now, it happened again. My defenses were down, my memory machine asleep, my dream machine tired, and so the mystery—which is always beaming in all directions—made it through. And the moment of clarity it releases is always like a return from amnesia. So this is what it means to be a person, how could I forget: To be alive, to look out from these small canyons called eyes, to receive light from the sun off the water and feel it shimmer on the common water that fills my heart. To listen to the silence waiting under our stories, long enough that all the vanished words said over time simmer up in a scent that, for a second, makes me feel journeys that are not mine. Till I surface before you with a stumbled sense of happiness. Not because I’m any closer to what I want, or even know what I want. But because in the flood of all that is living, I am electrified—the way a muscle dreams under the skin of lifting whatever needs to be lifted.

 

A Question to Walk With: What does it mean to you, to be a person? Ask this question of someone you’d like to know better.

- See more at: http://threeintentions.com/2014/03/03/the-dilation-of-what-seems-ordinary/#sthash.22UmSd6J.dpuf

Read these weekly reflections on The Huffington Post and VividLife.

Sooner or later, just by living, we are reduced to what matters, as so many things we thought were important and irreplaceable are broken or snapped like small branches in a storm. And somehow, we stand taller with less coverings. It is then we begin to feel gratitude, even though it’s hard to be grateful for what is difficult. In this regard, all poems are expressions of truth and gratitude.

 

I Bow To All

I keep telling strangers that

to be in the presence of those

with whom you can both share

pain and celebrate just waking

is the answer to loneliness.

 

Such friendship makes the shar-

ing of pizza in a noisy pub and the

standing in silence as the old oak

creaks all one could ask for.

 

In truth, this process of being

worn to only what is raw and

essential never ends.

 

It’s as if a great bird lives inside

the stone of our days and since

no sculptor can free it, it has to

wait for the elements to wear us

down until it’s free to fly.

 

 

A Question to Walk With: Describe a part of you that seems to be in mid-birth, a wing of being half-carved, and name one experience that is chiseling you free.

- See more at: http://threeintentions.com/2013/12/09/i-bow-to-all/#sthash.XvLKZaRq.dpuf

The word authentic comes from the Greek authentes. It means “bearing the mark of the hands.” This original meaning tells us that to be authentic mean being hands-on. It’s through our hands and through the life of touch and honest engagement that we learn and grow. 

Our Hands 

Sometimes, with no warning, we suffer 
an earthquake and have to remake the 
earth beneath us. Someone we love may 
leave or die or think us cruel when we are 
kind. Sometimes the tools we need break 
or are stolen or simply stop working and 
we have to invent some more. Sometimes 
it feels like we can’t get through. That the 
phone won’t get reception. And the com- 
puter gets all jammed And sometimes what 
gets through is partial and misunderstood. 
It is then we are forced to go barefoot and 
re-find our hands. Sometimes we are asked 
to drift away from the crowd in order 
to be found by what we love. 


Saturday, March 29, 2014

Saterday,29 march Minniapolis

Birds are starting to sing
Spring is coming ,wavering
Feeling like a Phoenix after a wonderful felting week here in Minniapolis

My wish, indeed my continuing passion, would be not to point the finger in judgment but to part a curtain, that invisible shadow that falls between people, the veil of indifference to each other’s presence, each other’s wonder, each other’s human plight.
Eudora Welty

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Black sheep ,felt exhibition in the UK,8 March - 11 May 2014

Black Sheep,the darker side of felt, 8 March - 11 May 2014

A new international exhibition the the UK with the theme Black Sheep ,the darker side of felt
I am participating with 7 other felters around the world

The National Centre for Craft & Design

Navigation Wharf, Sleaford, Lincolnshire, NG34 7TW


Here you can see images and read stories and leave comments


Enjoy



Tuesday, March 11, 2014

11march2014. Lent is getting closer

Men go forth to wonder at the heights of mountains, the huge waves of the sea, the broad flow of the rivers, the vast compass of the ocean, the courses of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering.


Tuesday, March 4, 2014

4 march,days are getting longer ...

My storehouse having been burnt down, nothing obstructs my view of the bright moon.
Masahide, Zen poet

Sunday, February 16, 2014

16, february 2014,Recognition makes you curious, and then you fall open.

Beautiful poem

BY JOHN YAU

Come live with me
And we will sit

Upon the rocks
By shallow rivers

Come live with me
And we will plant acorns

In each other's mouth
It would be our way

Of greeting the earth
Before it shoves us

Back into the snow
Our interior cavities

Brimming with
Disagreeable substances

Come live with me
Before winter stops

To use the only pillow
The sky ever sleeps on

Our interior cavities
Brimming with snow

Come live with me
Before spring

Swallows the air
And birds sing.


Sunday, February 2, 2014

Imbolc/Candlemas. 2 February 2014

“Do not look at yourself with disgust, you are a gift to this earth. You are beautiful, you are a light, an energy, an essence. You are nature...”
Quote via antidote 



Saturday, January 25, 2014

Winter song ,25 January 2014

If you light a lamp for someone, it will brighten your own path.
The Buddha



Saturday, January 18, 2014

Deep in the winter,18 January 2014

 Ikkyü ,Koans

When,just as they are,
White dewdrops gather
On scarlet maple leaves,
Regard the scarlet leaves

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Update website bloomfelt.com ,5 January 2014

we updated my website bloomfelt.com with new images,new workshops dates and events.

See www.bloomfelt.com 

Greetings,
Marjolein Dallinga

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Happy new year ,1 January 2014

Always we hope
Someone else has the answer
At the center of our being
You have the answer
And you know what you want.
There is no need
To run outside
For better seeing.
Nor to peer from a window.
Rather abide at the center of your being
For the more you leave it,the less you learn.
Search your heart
And see
The way to do
Is to be.

_lao Tzu