SuziCate is a shortened version of my given name Susan Catherine. Many simply know me as Susan Payne. I recently turned the BIG 50! I have been married to “Dirt Man” for more than half my life. We have two grown sons. We spend much time hiking, canoeing, and photographing the great outdoors. Our labradoodle, Wylie, joins us on most of these adventures.
Basically, I write because I must. It is as much a part of me as breathing. I write in search of something not visible to the eye. I rely on human experience as subject and draw on emotional depth. I am just a feeler of feelings and a weaver of words. Simply, I live from the inside out.
I am a fiber artist, exploring all mediums. I enjoy art quilting the most because this gives me the opportunity to include embroidery, quilting, crochet, and beading. Felted crochet runs a close second. I generally have a few quilts, art panels, and hats in progress at the same time.
Yes, I suppose it can be said that I’m an ADD creative. I just can’t seem to settle into one craft or a single project at once.
I take dogs over cats any day. I’ve had cats, just prefer dogs. However, a new kitty has invaded our home and sucked me right in!
I am one of those crazy purple lovers.
I am the youngest of six kids. My sister and I are a bit younger than the first four. My Father’s explanation is that they bought a TV.
I work from home.
I think perfection is overrated.
I am addicted to FaceBook, and I am in love with my laptop.
I quilt, write, love, and live.
I have some poetry posted on this site, but I do have a separate poetry blog. http://suzicatepoetry.wordpress.com/
I used to post about many of my sewing projects/quilts/fiber art. I have now opened a blog just for this purpose. It is The Renegade Stitcher.
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This is a poem I wrote that might somewhat explain the title of my blog.
The Water Witch’s Daughter
The Man flows
With the pull of gravity
His daughter gravitates
From the pull of the flow
Vein of life
Piercing like a dart
Through the palm of her hand
Vein of life
Pounding his soul
As he walks the land
He divines for streams
Beneath grass, stone, trees, hardened clay
She divines for dreams
Lost in the night and carried into day
Earth – flesh
Rock – bone
Water – blood
Where did she begin?
Where was she to end?
The river runs through her family blood
The river runs through her
The river runs