yesterday, i read the maybe second to last post in Sun Moon and Stars. i clicked the video…watched the little feather float…watched Jude touch her cloths…listened. i read the words and then clicked the two audios
and as sometimes happens, there was this pure rush of images visual and sensual, i saw so much, so many things and i walked away from the screen, just totally filled to overflowing with things
then glanced at the clock. what could i do with this before i had to leave for Alz. B's??? and it all almost immediately began to dissolve. by the time i got home, it was gone. this morning it was gone. i cleaned house. put up some summer window hangers in the ROOM, two skirts, cut and stretched across the long windows. the Raven back on the door window. i was so much wanting all those images to return. no. so i cleared a basket, sloshed the cast iron pot, and sat with the cloth that i'd dyed. going to various baskets and cigar boxes, i gathered fragments that i love…layed them with the dyed cloths and just looked. i will begin putting pieces in that basket when they rise to the surface as the days go on. by the time July arrives and the Magic Diaries, the basket might be full of pieces that feel right. i go often to Jude's Flickr slideshow of Coma, let it talk to me in its language of image. this language i would like to learn for the Diaries.
i stitched the feelers of the Moon Moth…not much to show for a day…but what it was. this piece will go on the big cloth of my own…the Diaries cloth. i think it is some kind of cape.
and Empathy. empathy comes in for those who are still going off daily or almost, to make a living. being responsible for children of their own in addition to that. it is very hard. and i Honor you all.
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