Wednesday, September 10, 2014

A Hundred Miles From Medford

Medford is the last city before you turn off the I5 and head toward Ashland. The strangest thing happened when a hundred miles from Medford. The last time I drove down here, I didn't see even one Canadian license plate. This time, I was driving both behind and beside a vehicle from British Columbia, and then I saw another, and then a BC courier. So weird. I wanted to honk and wave my hands and blow kisses to share our stranger in a foreign land affiliation but I was pretty sure they would think I was crazy and probably not even notice my license plate.





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

12 comments:

  1. Years ago I learned the concept, "You can't get There from Here. You have to make the journey to There." It's such a simple concept, and I think says much the same thing as your quote above, albeit much less eloquently. But apparently even this simple concept can be elusive, because look at how many times we all have to remind ourselves to make the journey and enjoy the process, embracing "failure" as experience. I can't wait to see your paint & brush work - every step of the way.

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    1. I know. Perhaps once we get confident with what we're doing or life is flowing smoothly, we "slip" and then when we journey in a new direction we need that reminder.

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  2. That looks like a fabulous resting place. I read a quote the other day that I can't put my finger on at the moment, but it had to do with the idea that if you aren't a little terrified about what you are doing, then you aren't engaged enough. Since I am mostly terrified these days, but also having a ball, I thought it was completely appropriate. That's the thing about learning - it's always a little terrifying. Isn't it grand?

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    1. LOL - it's certainly edgy and vibrating which does beat dull and boring.

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  3. Be sure and drop into Fabric of Vision in Ashland for unusual and fun fabrics. Say hi to the owner, Sandi! Have a meal at the Dragonfly and sit in their patio and relax. Now that the tourists have left the area at the close of the Shakespeare season it will be so nice and quiet.

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    1. Thanks. I've done both already except for the say hi to Sandi part but I'll be back into Fabric of Vision. Will she recognize Mrs Mole?

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    2. She knows Mrs Mole by another name but certainly by my professional reputation and garment construction. Have a blast with Diane...I've know her since the 80's when she and her mother and sister ran seminars and I was able to attend and learn so much. Do you swing by and see Marcy Tilton in Cave Junction on your way back home?

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    3. She did indee know who you were when I said hi. No, I won't be seeing Marcy this time, probably when I'm back for DOL next year. On my way home, I'm visiting with a friend in Eugene and then driving up the coast.

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  4. Mastery by George Leonard is a brilliant book. It helped me put a few things in perspective about mastering my craft. It's helped me think less about criticizing my mistakes or set-backs and honoring a choice to return to the basics. Brilliant, brilliant book.

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    1. Sounds like a fabulous book. Thank you for mentioning it. I'll look it up.

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  5. Hi Myrna, Welcome back to Ashland. If you have any extra time during your stay I'd love to meet with you again. Coffee, lunch, seeing my new sweing room and custom cutting table . . . anything sound interesting?

    Elaine Sweet

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    1. I'd love to get together. I'd have called sooner if I could remember what safe place I put your phone number in. My B & B doesn't have a phone so you'll have to leave a yes or no here on the blog. I could meet you at 3:30 on Saturday when class is over and I have a committment at 5:30 that night or we could meet on Sunday morning around 9:00? Hope we can work something out. I'll be at Diane's studio between 10 and 3 tomorrow and Saturday. THANKS.

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