there are still so many really wonder Full comments and thoughts on that last post, but i wanted to get these pics put here this morning incase i get pulled by the current again. i had thought i would have a Saturday and a SUNday all to my self(ves) but it turned out to be the total opposite.
but i also was rocked lovingly in the words of Clarissa Pinkola Estes that MO gave us the other day… the essay "Letter To A Young Activist During Troubled Times. you can find it in its entirety if you google, or, Mo, if you are reading, maybe you can send a link? there is one place where it just is, in printable form…?????
this was Friday evening. and i saw in this pic that i have Kantha skin. but what i wanted to say was that this is the point in "kanthaing" for me that is ecstatic. when you have gotten far enough to begin to feeeeeeel the substance of the stitching, when suddenly, it has all changed energy and form.
and even more, later. the cloth is upside down. am working top to bottom.
and then reading the CPE essay for the hundrith time, i had an URGE. i ran out, just at first light and hauled one of the pallets over to the mirror chair, to where there is a mason jar with things in it from Wendy Golden Levitt that sits in the grasses there and the lizards can see it. This is my ship. This is my desert raft and i found a branch and tied some dyed indigo cloth on it for the flag.
and then the day ran away with me and by the time i got back out there Wind had flattened my flag.
this morning, first thing, stood it back up. will do some work later to make it more secure and while out there
i saw that the little Native Plum is blooming like crazy
and that the Hollyhock that the fence fixing guy ran over with his truck 4 times in a week….. could care less. a few smashed leaves, but i heard her saying "so what".
i will come back here later today and also go back to the previous post.
i'm thinking the name of my Raft is Hey Ho.
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