My B & B is thirteen minutes outside of Ashland which is about the distance from my house to the fabric store at home so not a problem for me. Jenny (left) and Hercules (right) greeted me when I arrived although they are camera shy as you can see.
My space is surrounded by a garden complete with a white picket fence and Adirondack chairs. Just off to the right is a vegetable and berry garden and a little further along the path is the hen house. The fridge contains fresh eggs, artisan bread, local butter, and jam and my host - Cindy - brought over...
... some fresh, just picked, tomatoes and a cob of corn that went perfect with the caramelized onion and Swiss cheese quiche that I'd picked up at the Co-op.
I ate... and knit... outside on the porch. You can just hear the highway noise from here but not at all like last night's hotel and the motor sounds are mixed in with the mooing of cows, the bleating of goats, and an energetic rooster. VERY peaceful.
This is the main area and kitchen of the B & B. A full bathroom and a small bedroom with a large closet are off to the left. The space is fully equipped and a lovely resting place. Once I finish writing this posting, I'm going to curl up on the couch with my journal and a cup-of-tea and journal "at home" for a change.
Before I left Portland, I had breakfast with Jean. Our waitress took several pictures all of which are slightly blurry. In this one, my glasses are "sparkling" and in the other best one, my eyes are closed. Either way, I have a great picture of Jean. This is the second time we've gotten together and what a wonderful experience, to meet someone you know on-line in a face-to-face situation and just start talking. It's fabulous. Today, I'm having lunch with Claire R., another blog reader. I'm looking forward to that and afterward we are both going to Diane's drop-in session where I'll meet up with a friend from DOL.
This is the journey of the craftsman, to recognize that art has in its universe words like creativity, inspiration, beauty, and imagination, but in that same universe are words like perseverance, resilience, tenacity and discipline. We want our lives to be works of art, but we don't want the work to take a lifetime. And really, how long does it take to make our lives works of art?
This is the section from The Artisan Soul that I wanted to share with you yesterday. It's so easy to want to be there - wherever there may be - right way but the there where we want to be is usually a there with a high level of mastery over a particular skill and no matter how you approach it, mastery takes time. It's easy to compare our fledgling pieces to those of someone else's accomplished skills and in the process become discouraged. I have to remember not to do that because we are - I am - not going to achieve that enviable level of mastery in my area of choice without hard work, frustration, opportunities disguised as mistakes, and a lot of trial and error. I'm reminding myself of these facts as I spend the next few days focused on surface design with only paint and a brush and neither a sewing machine nor a piece of thread in sight. Paint and a brush are not my area of comfort. New directions bring new emotions and while they're necessary to get to the other side, not all of them are user-friendly. I'm remembering to interpret this experience in a way that works for me.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - a fabulous, peaceful, B & B
When someone creates out of love, it is visible in the details. When something matters to us, the details matter.
- Erwin Raphael McManus