Out And About: CCW Retreat 2019

Central Coast Weavers Guild Retreat

Camp Ocean Pines

Cambria, CA

November 8-10, 2019

You were dreamin'

On a park bench

'bout a broad highway somewhere

When the music from the carillon

Seemed to hurl your heart out there

 Past the scientific darkness

Past the fireflies that float

To an angel bending down 

To wrap you in her warmest coat

And you ask

What am I not doing

She says

Your voice cannot command
 In time you will move mountains
And it will come through your hands

 

Still you argue for an option

Still you angle for your case

Like you wouldn't know a burning bush

If it blew up in your face

Yeah, we scheme about the future

And we dream about the past
 When just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that lasts

 

 And you ask

What am I not doing

She says

Your voice cannot command

In time you will move mountains

And it will come through your hands

Through your hands

 

 So whatever your hands find to do

You must do with all your heart

 

There are thoughts enough

 To blow men's minds

And tear great worlds apart

 There's a healing touch to find you

On that broad highway somewhere

To lift you high

 As music flyin'

Through the angels' hair

Don't ask what you are not doing

Because your voice cannot command

In time we will move mountains

And it will come through your hands.




Through Your Hands, John Hiatt, 1990

Thank you to the CCW Guild for the Scholarships "Camperships" which allows first-timer Guild members an opportunity to attend the Camp Ocean Pines Retreat.

The Cousteau Cabin Newbies

 

Thank you to the Sharing Hands: Flo, Kathy, Nancy, iRene, Rich, Jannie, Carol, Teresa, Roberta, Glenda, Ginny, and Cindy.

Fall Is

Fall happened today.

It showed up like an invited guest.

We had been waiting.

 I look forward to my daily spin wrapped in cool crispness.

The Man journeyed out for his own spin.

Heading north on Highway 1.

 

 

 

Fall is in the air.

September 23, 2019

Short and Bitter Sweet

Well, it's happened again and it's probably no surprise to anyone. The month of August came and went with nary a blog post. None, nada, zip.

Sheesh, not even the gratuitous goat pic.

The sad thing is I'm still outlining stories and I continue to take tons of photographs to accompany the blog post. (5603 photos currently lives on my phone.)

Often times I spend parts of my day thinking about a blog post, planning what the title will be (that's the best part), and I write little snippets of the story on small pieces of paper - lots and lots of small pieces of paper - sometimes when I'm composing the story I smile to myself and occasionally chuckle out loud. Weird, I know. Unfortunately, the stories I plan don't make it out of my head.

Recently SLO Yarns celebrated an Anniversary. It's hard to believe but it's been 7 years since I hit the publish button and the blog went live with the first post. Seven years.

It seems like once I retired - and had all the time in the world - my routines changed and writing a weekly blog post got lost in the transition. But you know, at this time, I'm still not ready for SLO Yarns to disappear into the sunset. Partly because - as you can imagine - my head feels quite a bit cluttered with the hundreds of stories waiting to be told but mostly because writing still gives me joy.

I'll try to do better going forward (she says).

In the meantime, here's a couple of gratuitous goaty pics.