My friend takes thread and embroiders with it,
each stitch an act of love.
I can take a word,
and sit
and watch it grow.
Who would have imagined
the poetry in it.
Others might see an idle moment,
an absorption inconsistent
with life’s constant current.
I say, what is life
but the seed,
the creative ebb and flow.
My friend makes beauty stitch by stitch.
Inhabits the hours
and the minutes,
impregnates them with holy intent.
Though she might not know it
as sacred attention,
absorbed as she is,
in her task.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
April 2020
‘First page of the stitched journal. Doing with what I have, in the tradition of mottainai, scraps and gifts of leftover lace are gathered and stitched with bits and pieces of dyed threads over the previous years.
I cherish those quiet moments spent with the soft threads, where life feels easy and I can relax in the touch of the gentle cloth. It provides a sanctuary to help me stay centered in the midst of a storm.
Stitch as an anchor for the soul.’
Fabienne Dorsman-Ray
Image: Memory cloth on Memory Loss II, Fabienne Dorsman-Ray
https://www.instagram.com/creations_la_tulipe/?hl=en
A Poem: Mahi
Living Tree Poetry 
This captivates. I love its simple beauty.
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Lovely poem and so reflective of Fabienne’s work.
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Thank you, I do appreciate your taking the time to read and comment. I think Fabienne’s work is extraordinary and speaks to us in the way poetry does.
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Beautiful, as is Fabienne’s work. Thank you both for your holy intent, your sacred attention.
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Ah thank you, that touches me very much.
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Thank you Stephen, Fabienne’s work is indeed captivating, and I love how I am inspired in my writing by other artists.
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I am a hand stitcher of embroidery and quilts and this speaks to me so much.
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Thank you, if you have not befriended her my friend Fabienne on FB is a wonderful kindred spirit xx
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