"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven."
This is one of my favorite quotes from John Milton.
I typically dislike it when authors mess with perfect quotes, but Sarah Collins made me make an exception when she elaborated on this one in The Confessions of Frannie Langton by saying "How does it do that? By remembering or forgetting. The only tricks a mind can play."
These words have settled in the hinterland of my soul and I know them to be true...so very true...both Milton's and Collins'...and on any given day, I can be both in Heaven and in Hell and usually am, albeit more in the latter than the former it seems.
Snowdog can no longer travel comfortably (even if I can get him in the vehicle), but I felt the need to take him to the lake he has come to love at least once more. So he and I headed north last weekend.
There was both Heaven and Hell there as well. Another story for another time...or perhaps not.
Other than that, little is new. I have wanted to do a post for some time but it seemed I had no words.
It seems I have not found them still.
I have stitched only a little, and hooked not at all...and finish/finished anything? Ha! Don't bother wondering.
This is about all I have accomplished:
It is a quick little stitch from our own Marly of Samplers and Santas. I need to antique/distress it some so the numbers stand out a bit more and then, yes, FINISH it. But Independence Day is past and my mind and ambitions have already begun to wander.
I have little else to show or say, but wanted you to know that I am still here and think of you all often. I will leave you with a few photos of some of the more "heavenly" moments of my days.
Otherwise, there are days that are someplace between Heaven and Hell...where we neither remember nor forget....we just are.
If only we could be whole there.
