i thank You God for most this amazing

Fall view of the Lost River Range as seen from the ranch

Hi, stitching friends!

Never before have I had a religious post, or a spiritual post, because I have always believed that religion and spirituality are a personal thing. If you want to stop reading now, by all means, do, and come back again later when it's just about cross stitch and life. I won't be offended in the least.

I'm not going to try to convince you to believe what I believe, but I wanted to share with you a neat "Aha!" moment I had the other night. I was reading Some Answered Questions when I came across a paragraph that just flipped a light switch on in my brain.

I'm going to link a poem to a cross-stitch pattern I charted nearly 30 years ago to a horse to miracles. (A horse? Yes, a horse.) Ready?

First, the poem. 

When I was in college studying English, I fell in love with the poetry of e e cummings. The poem "i thank You God for most this amazing" just spoke to me:

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Next, the cross stitch.

I liked the poem so much that I charted it for cross stitch when I was in college. I was a new stitcher then, still working on Aida, and I picked a pattern from an issue of Cross Stitch & Country Crafts magazine to use for the top and bottom borders and the scene at the bottom.

My brother framed it for me, cutting the mat himself. I think he mounted it on sticky board. Over the years it has started to wrinkle in the frame a little as you can see, but it has been hanging on a wall in my home for nearly 30 years.

I was so proud of myself for learning a couple of new stitches: the pavilion diamond stitch and the "braided" backstitch lines (I can't remember the name of the stitch).

And the horse.

Yes, there really is a horse in all of this.

My parents moved to central Idaho two months before I was born. Growing up in a small mining and ranching town, I never felt like I belonged. People can live there for decades and still be considered outsiders. I didn't fit in with my classmates, and I often felt like I was bullied. I couldn't wait to move away.

Driving through Round Valley, the Lost River Valley and across the desert to the nearest "big city" that had a mall and a movie theater was my first escape. My mom would take me school-clothes shopping, or would take my brother and me Christmas shopping, and sometimes we would go just to eat Chinese food, stay in a "fancy" hotel and see a movie. My brother and I would ride escalators and elevators for fun, since there were only a few buildings more than one story tall in our entire county.

The mountains were invisible to me. They were just something we had to drive past to get to the city.

The Lost River Range, as seen from the top of the Burma Road leading into Copper Basin.

When I was a senior, I was applying to Penn State, Carnegie Mellon and Oberlin. I wanted to get away.

And then I met Shawn.

Shawn and me, in 1993, at his
parents' house over Christmas break
during our junior year of college

How had I not met him before? He went to school in a neighboring town an hour away, and our basketball teams had played many times. He was a center on their team, and I was in our pep band. (How had I not seen him? Oh, wait, I know. The guy who played center for our team was my crush, so I was probably wasting time watching him instead.)

My friends and I joined Academic Team, a new activity for our central- and eastern-Idaho schools. All the teams met in the "big city" for a meet-and-greet orientation. My friends and I were sitting at a table when my friend Heidi jumped up and said, "Shawn!"

I looked up to see who she was yelling to. I know it didn't happen this way, but this is how I remember it: slow motion, the most beautiful blue eyes and gorgeous smile I had ever seen, tall, handsome, dreamy. His friends were there, too, but I didn't see them. I only saw him.

The entrance to Copper Basin, summer range for the cattle

Fast forward a few months. Blue eyes and I were dating ("going out" is what we called it in the 90s). Blue eyes grew up on a ranch, and I could hardly believe that I was dating a ranch kid. His family had a 1,000-acre ranch with about 500 mother cows, and they summer-pastured the cows in Copper Basin and along the "bar," a long stretch of sagebrush-covered ground running between the Lost River Mountain Range and the highway. I had driven past this area dozens of times and never paid attention.

One early summer, I was helping Shawn and his family gather up cows from the bar to move them to Copper Basin. I had very little experience riding a horse, so Shawn put me on Smoky, a gentle, older quarterhorse. We got to one point and Shawn said, "Ride along this ridge, around that way, and then meet me on the other side." We were gathering up strays.

"The Bar," spring to early-summer range for the cattle, where Smoky and I had our moment

As soon as Shawn and his horse, a tall, high-spirited thoroughbred with racehorse blood, were out of sight, Smoky stopped. No matter how much I kicked and yelled, that darn horse would not move. The more I yelled and fretted, the more he just sighed and shifted his weight from one side to the other.

He would not move.

I panicked. What if I got off and tried to lead him? Would he run away? Would he know he got the best of me? What would Shawn think when he got to our meeting point and I wasn't there?

Smoky and I sat in the same spot for nearly two hours.

With nothing else to do (bear in mind this was long before smartphones were invented), I opened my eyes. I looked around. And for the first time in my life, I saw the mountains.

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

And finally, the miracle.

When I read and stitched "i thank You God for most this amazing," I thought the last two lines were about my experience seeing the mountains and the beauty around me for the first time. I knew the poem was about God and the natural world, but I thought it was about opening my eyes and my ears to the beauty around me, really seeing it and hearing it, not just seeing and hearing it.

And then I read this passage in Some Answered Questions, and the poem, the cross-stitch that had been hanging on my wall for decades, had new meaning:

"Consider that Christ reckoned as dead those who were nonetheless outwardly and physically alive; for true life is life eternal and true existence is spiritual existence. Thus if the Sacred Scriptures speak of raising the dead, the meaning is that they attained everlasting life; if they say that one who was blind was made to see, the meaning of this seeing is true insight; if they say that one who was deaf was made to hear, the meaning is that he acquired an inner ear and attained spiritual hearing. This is established  by the very text of the Gospel where Christ says that they are like those of whom Isaiah once said, They have eyes and see not, they have ears and hear not; and I heal them*."

My understanding was not wrong before. But as time progressed and my capacity for understanding increased, I was able to see another, deeper meaning in those lines.

"(i who have died am alive again today," = "if the Sacred Scriptures speak of raising the dead, the meaning is that they attained everlasting life..."

"the ears of my ears awake" = "he acquired an inner ear and attained spiritual hearing."

"the eyes of my eyes are opened" = "he acquired true insight."

Sitting on that horse with nothing around me but sagebrush, mountains, sky and silence opened my eyes and my ears to the world around me then. Reading 'Abdu'l-Bahá's words awakened the ears of my ears and opened the eyes of my eyes.

Have a fantastic week, stitching friends. I'll be back soon with more "regular" posts about fall stitching and framing (I have lots to show you!). Until then, stay safe and happy fall, y'all!

*Cf. Matt. 13:14-15; John 12:39-40.

Hibernation Day

Happy Thanksgiving, stitching friends!

The holidays this year are sneaking up on me. I'm still stitching a Halloween project! And tomorrow is Thanksgiving! Holy Hannah. Part of it is that Thanksgiving is early this year, but the other part, for me, is that my mom is in Cuba right now, and will be flying back to Idaho the day after Thanksgiving.

This is the first year in a long time I have not spent the holiday with her, and it just feels weird. She will be spending Thanksgiving day in Miami with her travel buddy, Carol. I hope they have a great day! I will definitely miss her but am looking forward to her photos and stories when I see her Friday.

While my mind is still on Halloween stitching (I'm working on "When Skeletons Dance" by The Drawn Thread), I did finish a winter-themed project today. It's for my dear husband, Shawn, and it's probably my most favorite project.... ever.

This is Shawn, in 2000, after an especially dirty day on the ranch. It was a hot, dry day and they were working cattle at the "dippin' vat," a set of community corrals owned by their cattle association. (I have no idea why they call it the dippin' vat.) He was sweating and the cattle were stirring up dust, and I just could not resist the opportunity to snap a photo of my beautiful cowboy. Oh, those blue eyes....

So, why the random photo of him covered in dirt? Because it reminds me of how hard he works, and it really does relate to my cross-stitch project.

Shawn's family owns a 1,000-acre cattle ranch in central Idaho, and the ranch has been in their family for four generations. The above photo is Shawn and his dad, Terrence. Terrence passed away eight years ago on November 19, so this time of year is especially hard on Shawn, his mom and his sisters. Terrence was a great guy, with a big, booming voice, an irreverent sense of humor, and a big heart.

We lived in a house on the ranch then, and Shawn and his dad worked every day of the week, often putting in 12-hour or longer days. Shawn and I would get away maybe four weekends a year, and we would travel to Boise to stay with college friends and get in some movies, shopping and dining out - all those things we didn't have access to in a town of 500 people.

Here we are back in the day, on one of our trips to Boise. (We look different now - Shawn is a lot more grey and I'm not so skinny anymore!) I loved our trips to Boise because I got my cowboy all to myself for a whole weekend.

When we lived on the ranch, I looked forward to rainy weekends in June the most. If it was raining in June, that usually meant lightning, and that meant it wasn't safe for Shawn to be outside moving pipe. So, he would come inside and we would spend the whole day together watching movies, snuggled up together in a big overstuffed chair, listening to the rain hit the windows.

And that brings me to my most recent finish, "Hibernation Day" by Heartstring Samplery. Thanks to Beth of Heartstring Samplery for personally responding to my email (WOW!) asking for help with the alphabet to personalize the sampler. She is awesome!

Hibernation Day
by Heartstring Samplery
Stitched on 32-count natural linen by MCG Textiles
with called-for overdyed threads

I love the snap of winter air
and snowflakes on my face
How snowdrifts make the world
disappear without a trace

I'll take a day dressed in pajamas
in a room without a view
If I can spend the day
curled up next to you

Let's have a hibernation day,
me and you

Sorry about the huuuuuge photo, but it was a really long finish! I found this vintage-looking shutter at Michael's and did a happy dance when I pulled out my measuring tape to find that it was the perfect size for this sampler. (Don't you just love it when you find the perfect thing to finish a project?) I finished it Priscilla & Chelsea-style, lacing the stitching on 3/16" foam core, then mounting that on homespun-covered chipboard. I used magnets and washers to attach it to the shutter, then also used a magnet/washer combo to attach the bow and greenery to the bottom so I can reuse the shutter for another project if I want to and change out the embellishment.

I really like the variegation in the overdyed threads Beth chose for the project.

This sampler just nails the way I feel about my days with Shawn. Now that we are living in Boise and he is a teacher, I still look forward to our "hibernation days." Spending the day with him, no matter what we're doing - watching TV or movies, running errands, grocery shopping - is hands down my favorite thing in the world. He still works two or more weekends a month at the ranch - a 500-mile round-trip drive - so those hibernation days are still precious and few.

So this Thanksgiving I think I am most thankful for time. Time with my family, time to stitch and enjoy good days, and the time you take to visit me here. Wishing you a happy Thanksgiving and wishing you lots of hibernation days with those you love.