just pics.
wonderful surprise at the Farmer's Market last Saturday. Tomorrow it will go into the earth, near the Yerba Mansa.
Horseradish
in the mornings, it's this landscape that i study…Cindy's beauty full shawl
and in this moment,
i think it will stay this way.
Mystical thing just now: I enlarged the photo of the cloth and scrolled from the bottom up. When I came to the eye, it looked like the face of a woman and the eyelid was a hat and I thought, well SHE is wandering and this woman has stepped in to take her place. I felt a deep sense of humanity here, of womanhood, as holder of place, as witness, as just, being…
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I love the movemnt in the cloth…layers of land or sea/waves, moving, adjusting, finding balance. My projection as I attempt to sway slightly this way and that to locate my center. happy horseradish!
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it hasn’t been easy to get to this place. a strong
desire to repeat the familiar, but it wouldn’t happen.
“Holder of Place”…what does one hold? the place will
change, shift, change…so…is it to hold a certain
way of being, one’s own being, within that change? and
Which Certain Way of Being is good to hold? So many
questions with this cloth.
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Horseradish. i was startled to see it on his table at
the market. it had never occured to me that i could grow
it here. but he assures me i can. this “start” may or
may not “take” because of the time of year, but he…
and he is the master grower at the market…said if it
doesn’t, he will give me more in the spring.
living in the land of hot chili, i still find self at
times craving horseradish. it was the only condiment
of my growing up years that was spicy…i grew up in
a house of bland. except for the sunday pot roast and
the jar of horseradish on the table.
the movement in the cloth…some kind of tectonic layers.
that i don’t yet understand, but need to be there.
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hi grace. i too am really loving the movement of this piece, especially as it circles the strong, strong figure. the sense i’m getting is that things change around us but what is real and true within does not budge.
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Holder of place for me is to hold a sense of one’s being, not rigidly, but with flexibility because we never know how the day will present; if it will be constant or in flux…there is a duality at work here and this has been hard, at times in my life, to learn and even more, to accept. The best lessons have come in these past ten years as we gave up the known for the unknown, making our homes in many different places.
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these are interesting thoughts…and may be What it Is…
but rather than not budge, they stay as the True
Things within us that are of use and value for the
good of the Whole, these things being represented by
the multiple scraps that are filling that green horizontal scrap that the Eye, the Seeing, is held by, was stitched
into…
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yes. for the good of the Whole.
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giving up the NEED for any known.
accepting and learning to hold ones own in the
midst of not knowing, and in this case, for me, of
never being about to really know anything at all.
having to just play it by ear….but listen so closely
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and you know…Who really
knows
what that is…????
but there is this thing of Felt Sense, as described by
Eugene Gendlin in his technique of Focusing.
it goes back for me to that post of needing to
“come clean” outloud, to self and then in how i live
my days. back to that post i mentioned before. the
feeling in the beginning was one of constriction, of
……ummmm…well i’m taking it too far in this moment.
need to watch it play out with this cloth
but…
just this much more, it’s not about ME anymore, a lot,
i’m done with ME and want to move into being an integral
and useful part of All of It….that is enough and is
enough to learn to do, consistently, from day to day.
maybe that’s why that face of grief needed to be let go
of. one’s own grief does not
help.
Joanna Macy talked of this in that interview. i need to
go back and listen again.
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I’m getting off the computer now, my hot cocoa is ready and yes, I am the kind of fuddy-duddy who on cold nights likes to take a hot drink to bed as I climb under the covers to read for a spell. Before I go I need to put down here these words from Joanna Macy that I have been carrying around for a few days. The words are taken from The Nature of Our Power:
“When we make common cause on behalf of the Earth community, we open not only to the needs of others, but also to their abilities and gifts. It is a good thing that power-with is not a personal property, because, frankly, none of us possesses all the courage and intelligence, strength and endurance required for the Great Turning. And none of us needs to possess them, or dredge them up out of some private storehouse. All the resources we will need arise out of our interactions, as we commit our-selves to a common intent for our common fate.”
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so much here.
need to spend time. with the cloth and with it’s
voice.
sleep well, Marti…love
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Definitely techtonic layers…. land as skateboard. ( whatever the heck THAT means!)
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balance? but more, some kind of looseness, too
to be in response in a very open way?
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sounds good…
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oh, horseradish, how I love it and miss it as it’s no where to be found in the markets here, and wasabi, while another fond taste, is just not the same! I hope it takes–I also had no idea it could be grown in a desert climate
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and….love that streak of red in your yummy, warm looking shawl! and…to me, your figure, a woman to me, sometimes looks like two women standing at different heights, and sometimes looks (to me) like a woman with a powerful womb, in the sense of nurturing, caring, growing (horseradish? goats? story cloths?) my projection, as Valerianna wrote
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Was here earlier today. Am here again, now. And still I ponder. The movement is curious to me, such Swing. So Big. The space that was her face seems to have receded, while the eye has become more. The moon is pure magic. When I zoom in and look…the moon is so real!
“Blessed are the flexible, for the will never be bent out of shape” -Unknown
I will be here some more. To look. To watch the movement of more to come.
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i am too tired to read and respond to much here.
just want to say that here… northwest…
horseradish will send out it’s roots and take over a garden. not sure about there.
just so you know..
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I love those wedges of colour….strong. Like huge sails.
I hope your horseradish takes! And you never know, you might be able to dye with it?
Jacky xox
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i see wings, in terms of shift. i see a new management of space. i have no taste for horseradish.
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ah this cloth invites us to step ever so lightly…
“spirit likes to see us dance on the shifting sands of change”
words sent in a letter from an old friend a long time ago that are still helping in this 21st C world which is certainly keeping us dancing!!
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bummer about horseradish. it’s medicine. and also,
mixed into cranberry sauce…oh, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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Love watching her develop and change. She feels protected. Wishing you an awesome day 🙂
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I learn from your words. Today I want to take this gift with me….”I’m done with me…and want to move into being a part of the ALL… A worthy and challenging goal.
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I see waves and movement in this cloth; my mother loves horseradish, I’ll have to ask her if food was bland in her youth up in Denmark?!
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The cloth is beautiful. I keep thinking I would love to touch her skirts, because of the way you have placed the fabric there. I love how you do that.
I love horseradish. Our neighbor grows it and has given us some she prepared. I may try to grow it next year, she has offered plants. I feel what used to call for 2 Tbs I feel now needs at least 4 or even 5 – the more I eat of it the more I need. Garlic is like that too.
I have enjoyed listening a bit to the interview you mentioned. Thank you so much for sharing that.
xo to you too!
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jenni i really feel that way. done with me. the
larger things that call to me…i am a part of but only
a part. and that part has most to do with DOING. how
i relate, exchange. the movement between me and stuff.
there, is where the Energy is anymore.
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OH YIKES!!!….just responded to jenni lynn and came
back down to re read your quote here and
OH JEEZ.
Where WAS i yesterday when i read it?????? obviously
elsewhere, because this is exactly it. EXACTLY.
OH why didn’t you throw a stone at me???? saying HEY!!!!
oh well. ok. and very OK.
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i love wasabi too. it’s one of the things i hope to be
able to incorporate in the goat cheese when i get that
going. it is amazing in goat cheese.
but yes. it IS different and you would think, maybe not,
that all Hot is just Hot. but the nuance of each is
just wonderful. here, it’s chili. red, aka dried and
powdered and green, the fresh that is roasted whole and
then used in and on things.
the guy i got it from swears it will. so…ok. here we go.
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i need to photograph the SHAWL. well. it is the one that
i commissioned from Cindy. she created it from the wool on. carded, spun, knit. it is beyond anything i’d hoped
it might be. so…soon. a photograph.
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the moon is again, Deb Lacativas. it was also in multiples on the Magic Diaries cloth. Sometimes nothing
else will do. What will i do when i run out?????
This cloth is yes…different. it talks about things
that are hard.
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i think there’s no worry. nothing much Takes Over here except for weeds and Feather Grass. that’s a good thing about desert. and i won’t plant it in a raised bed. it will be “loose”…just in a circle of stones. but you
never know. We’ll see.
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the leaves, yes, maybe. things are surprizing that way.
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or walk… i’m not much of a dancer, even in my
imagination
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it was a very Good day.
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you know…i think horseradish came into our house because
my mother was Czechoslovakian…her mother an immigrant.
roots are big there. beets, potatoes, turnips, rutabega.
ALL that i love.
but she was a “modern” woman. canned was best. when i
think back on the food i ate as a kid, i am dumbfounded.
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GLAD you like the Macy words. they still are echoing
for me as i stitch the cloth.
TRY mixing some of your neighbor’s horseradish into
cranberry sauce on Thanksgiving. they are PERFECT
compliments to one another.
LOVE to you,
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wasabi goat cheese! sign me up!
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it is incredible slathered on wedges of beets that are
tossed in olive oil and baked.
i am drooling, just typing these words.
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LINDA!!!!!!!!!!!! wAKE UP!!!!!
oH HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO yOUUUUUUUUUUUU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
TOMORROW.
HAVE TO LEAVE EARLY SO AM YELLING IT OUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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as am I, reading this…serious drool
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those swoops of land and sky lift and hold.
the horse radish looks like a bouquet of rose buds, we have it as a special treat at the holidays.
& the shawl seems more beauty Full there in your world. x
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My only horseradish experience is from all the seders over the years, celebrating Passover.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passover_Seder
The horseradish symbolizes “bitterness and harshness of the slavery which the Jews endured in Ancient Egypt”. The link will tell you more. I never liked it and took the smallest bite possible!
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