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continuing ……. a good clue

February 21, 2012

i'd said to Cindy in the last post that i was going to try to keep going with this dilemma of mine and try to get someplace with it. this morning, while twisting some pages of the New York Times that a friend in Albuquerque brings me to make winter fires, i came across the Style Magazine, fall issue. first impulse was to pitch it in the recycle…can't burn that because it's glossy color…..but then, thought i'd look at it for colors. good thing, because it provided the perfect clue.

it made me remember where i was headed some years ago, before i got waylayed.

i can't undo the passing of that time, but maybe i can salvage the Intention in a different way?

a little later, ONE MORE CLUE

my kitchen counter

working to correct impatience. i had wanted to use 3 strands of floss for this grass because there is a lot of it. but, it's not right. so today, tried to correct, with single strand. ?maybe?, maybe not. but i DID see how to correct the pucker….it can be pulled to the kantha tree, held there. did not try that yet.

Blue grama. i have always called it eyelash grass in my mind. above, you can see where i OH SO laboriously took out the stitches of that little lizard that i had thoughtlessly put there. it took FOREVER. i left its tail, and think i will leave the tail. i'm not sure why.

so, now i am going to feed myself. it's been a BIG DAY.

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13 responses to “continuing ……. a good clue”

jude

February 21, 2012

we can recycle thoughts. rescue them, give them new use. this is so important.

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Valerianna

February 21, 2012

I;ve been thinking about your last post for a while before commenting. So now I will here, in response to both. Last post I was thinking about the word “inquiry”. And that sometimes external productions, acheivements, accomplishments are viewed as a worthy offerings to the world, and, in contrast, deep, internal, honest inquiry, the kind that bings us to our essential selves is not valued as such. I see both as valuable gifts to humanity. One offers something tangible that we can consume or be inspired & moved by. The other shifts us internally and contributes to the advancement of human consciousness – not very SEEN, but felt by earth and stone, owl and salamander and those that look with “soul eyes”. That’s my rumination so far… somewhat clearer than when I first read the last post… in appreciation for this moment for you that seems like a “threshold moment”. I’ll keep ruminating, and clarifying, good seeds, thanks.

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grace Forrest~Maestas

February 21, 2012

yes. recycle ourselves.
Rescue. yes again. SpiritCloth rescued, continues to
rescue, me.
now for use.
maybe all this the Only important thing?

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grace Forrest~Maestas

February 21, 2012

ruminations…yes. my most loved, now gone friend,
Marjorie Burke Price, called them broodings…like a
hen, who sits, eyes almost closed on her eggs, making
small but necessary sounds. chirrrrrring.
yes. what you say here is exactly true.
but, as you are very well aware with your own work,
there are points in time when Forward is the way. no
matter what form Forward may take…..and for every single
one of us, Forward is a variation…
i will look forward (ha) to any thing else you might add…
xoxo

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Michelle in NYC

February 21, 2012

Such rich text and imagery in this post–LOOKING through the looking glass FOR an antidote to civilization, a bohemian ethos rapidly disappearing, she finds CLUES in colors seen on glossy newsprint, and on a kitchen counter where she prepares food for the expedition of reclamation. What was her intention back when, is still hers to use, to salvage and reinvent. “You can never lose a thing if it belongs to you.”

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grace Forrest Maestas

February 21, 2012

Michelle……i belong to IT. i can, have, at different times,
lost my intention.
this intention goes back to that post about the creek, it’s
really old. even then, i was wondering, How can we Live that makes sense? the life in my childhood home at the top of the hill didn’t make much sense to me. and then, things went along. but that’s
for another time.
If you belong to a Thing, can you lose yourself from It?

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jude

February 22, 2012

i have many thoughts here. but i can only talk about the stitch, the pull, yes, think in terms of pull. tension. and leaving the tail. yes. and things don’t belong to you. or we don’t belog to them. i don’t think. there is no losing. i think there is only finding but in current context, so going back, is ok if you realize it can only be going forward. new.

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saskia

February 23, 2012

isn’t every day you breathe filled with intention?
and because no one’s outcome/destination in life is one single thing (or set in stone) it can feel as if you got waylaid……..but you’re not really, you are just doing/living as best you can, and only you can do that for yourself…

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grace Forrest~Maestas

February 23, 2012

finding…in CURRENT CONTEXT. context. there’s that
word again. and context is a Moment
i worked a lot on the grasses today…changing them, and
in the morning, will look at that pull…that tension.

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grace Forrest~Maestas

February 23, 2012

Saskia…yes, everyday, filled with intention.
i stood in front of the Waylaying Factor and made a
decision. and then, yes. then i lived the best i could. i learned
a lot. most that i would choose to learn again.

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handstories

February 23, 2012

when Blue was 3-4ish, at the end of the day he would lay in bed, remembering everything that he did that day- little & big things- making toast, changing clothes, going to school, walking to the library, playing a game. almost every time it would end with his saying, “what a BIG DAY!” i loved that, that every day is a BIG day if you add up all of the moments. if we only counted the stitches we’ve made, that alone would show how very BIG our lives really are.

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grace Forrest~Maestas

February 23, 2012

that’s a beautiful story. the photograph i have sitting
out of my son is when he was four. they are just so
the BEST of the BEST at that age.
thank you for telling me….

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Nancy

February 23, 2012

What a precious story.

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