Memories, Regrets and Lessons. Part 1

Wendy Wetherbee 1/14/23 Wendy Wetherbee 1/14/23

Thinking of Theresa.

Wendy Wetherbee 8/16/22 Wendy Wetherbee 8/16/22

Why Speak When You Can Listen?

Wendy Wetherbee 5/27/22 Wendy Wetherbee 5/27/22

New Hampshire Woods

New Poem written 5.27.22 - edited 5.28.22

Wendy Wetherbee 1/21/22 Wendy Wetherbee 1/21/22

Albert

Today would have been my maternal grandfathers birthday. We lost him to cancer just as I was graduating college.

Wendy Wetherbee 8/27/21 Wendy Wetherbee 8/27/21

Art.

Wendy Wetherbee 8/24/21 Wendy Wetherbee 8/24/21

Threads

No one told me it would be this hard.

Wendy Wetherbee 2/6/21 Wendy Wetherbee 2/6/21

Bringer of Souls

New Poem Written 2/5/2021

Wendy Wetherbee 1/21/21 Wendy Wetherbee 1/21/21

A Rest From Giving

Wendy Wetherbee 1/11/21 Wendy Wetherbee 1/11/21

Barred Owls and Me

I don’t know what it is about barred owls and me, but we seem to find each other.

Wendy Wetherbee 1/2/21 Wendy Wetherbee 1/2/21

Where Tradition Comes From

Wendy Wetherbee 12/5/19 Wendy Wetherbee 12/5/19

A Tiny Sock.

Once objects have served their purpose, we humans don’t always let them go. Maybe they mean too much to throw away or donate but can’t really ever be used in the same way again. I’m not talking about our need to recycle or be smarter about buying things that last. I’m talking about our human need to keep objects that just mean something to us – sometimes for inexplicable reasons.

Wendy Wetherbee 11/11/19 Wendy Wetherbee 11/11/19

Exhausted, Elated and Grateful.

This weekend I packed up every piece of jewelry that I have made in the last year, loaded up my truck with show equipment and went to set up a booth at a local art show that I have been doing annually for a number a years.