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this is mid-day.  why is it SOOO dark inside?  because it's so light outside?  and the camera reads what it's pointed at???? anyway…BOTH doors OPEN, O P E N today.  BLISS.

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feet are again, FREE.  all winter, these birkenstocks with wool socks.  today i adjusted the straps for bare feet. 

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this pic references the previous post about HOUSEKEEPING.  this is MY little shelf, next to the computer, above the printer.  this is extreme from taking down the plastic on the windows and cleaning out the wood stove.  but it's not that different than it usually is…. I have my priorities.

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haven't looked at it here yet, but probably, there is little that is obvious, but there WAS a LOT of very small stitches.  a LOT.  and they all feel kind of like some kind of prologue…….?????

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and as i was washing out that bowl from yesterday's post, i suddenly remembered.  went out and, yes.  under the steps, This.  i'd scooped out the seeds of i think, a squash.  set the bowl on the porch for them to dry.  and then somehow it was all forgotten when everything fell.  but here they are.  almost too beautyful to be seeds, almost too beautiful to disturb the elegance of the form.  but now i have the photograph and when it's time, i'll plant them and we'll see.  See.

 

 

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23 responses to “Day 14. the contrast is simple.”

  1. Susan C Avatar

    Open doors and windows and free feet!! I am so ready for this kind of bliss.
    The stove dust makes me smile. We have a horizontal cobweb next to our wood stove that is so substantial it could be a shelf. I am so impressed I can’t knock it down.

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  2. grace Forrest Avatar

    OH don’t!…let it fall under it’s own weight in it’s own time. What a beautiful image your words give me…
    THANK YOU!!!

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  3. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    The pictures are all the words you need. Each one’s a short chapter full to the brim of the really ‘REAL’. I can feel it almost–the bright blue day, the old boards and the freedom of toes released, your finger moving dust to say Hi, the nub of stitches and the heft of cloth, the seeds that say there will be more.

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  4. saskia Avatar

    hi Grace, my name in your dust made me smile, you’ve no idea;-))
    I’m by no means barefoot, however temperature has risen overnight and it feels okay-ish out there. The boys are all suffering from (the aftermath of) flu, it has been an awful winter in that respect: EveryBody is leaning towards spring&sun, and Warmth Outdoors. Oddly, for me this has been the first winter in many years I haven’t felt a mild dip in my mood, I don’t know Why, it’s just the way it was this year. One more thing to be grateful for, like visiting you Grace.

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  5. patricia Avatar

    oh, your feet. that beautiful wood. the pictures. woman child at the window. the Dali Lama. Grandmother. mother with children. amazing that so much can inhabit one little space.

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  6. kaite Avatar
    kaite

    Yay for unfettered feet and i love those beautiful timbers under your feet, such strength. hope it doesn’t get too hot too quickly…

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  7. grace Forrest Avatar

    that shape of the seeds in amazing me this morning and
    how Strong it is…the fibers that hold the seeds.

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  8. grace Forrest Avatar

    the visits are “good medicine” as the First People here
    say.

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  9. grace Forrest Avatar

    you have a keen eye. and behind the womanchild at the window, the girl from Sudan. there are flat things there and also a pod from the Datura. you’re right, a lot in a
    small space. i have since
    dusted.

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  10. grace Forrest Avatar

    kaite…it will. for howevermanydays it will be perfect and then very abruptly it will be
    HOT.
    just how it is here.
    but the heat is always ok to me. just change how the day goes. up very early when it’s dark and cool. OUT as soon as there is a hint of light, to give water. get some work accomplished, in then for the sewing. the mid day siesta
    and then oh then oh then that looooooong hot afternoon
    into evening.

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  11. jude Avatar

    two pairs of socks here this morning.

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  12. Jennie Avatar
    Jennie

    Grace, I’d been away since March 9, so this a.m. I have the pleasure of reading a lot of entries at one time. wow.
    There is NOTHING you could ever write about or photograph that is “mundane”; fear not.
    And the photo of looking out from darkness of interior at top of this post is award-winning. You could be a famous photographer…but that would be too easy for you.Instead, you do all those jobs and live and share LIFE.
    Influenced,
    Jennie

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  13. grace Forrest Avatar

    eeeeeee. i am so so glad that the Unforseen prevailed.
    i remember those kinds of March months.

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  14. grace Forrest Avatar

    you are funny. i went back and looked and well, thank
    you. but a famous photographer….funny. i laugh.
    but, truthfully, i am so grateful to have this clan of
    women to share the small doings here with. it emphasizes
    for me that what i love is “see~able”…that it IS real
    in it’s own way.
    again…Thank you for your way of expressing yourself.
    i like it very much…
    Mutually Influenced,
    grace

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  15. Mo Crow Avatar

    love that stitched meeting where the wisp of autumn meets the burning bush in the grey…

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  16. grace Forrest Avatar

    that’s a really interesting place. i am stitching right
    now, but up at the top…where the god thing is and i find self constantly glancing down at this spot you mention which is well, not a particularly comfortable combination to me. but it is exactly what it should be, for whatever reason and i put that green thread there yesterday. it is waiting for something more to happen, i have no clue.
    and it was really hard yesterday to stitch the burning bush down. it is, beside the godthing, the only clearly symbolic part of this whole cloth and to stitch it down, to put the needle through it’s edges was well, hard. i think to realize that the Burning Bush has taken form in my life in many ways but i have never been willing to acknowledge them as such? i’m not sure. no. i am sure.

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  17. patricia Avatar

    shucks–the dust–that’s part of the intrinsic charm and especially the greeting to saskia

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  18. grace Forrest Avatar

    there’s an endless supply. not to worry. yes. for her.
    i think she’s a closet perfectionist.

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  19. grace Forrest Avatar

    are you going a little crazy waiting for the Diaries
    link?
    i am.
    i think all those late birds, all those procrastinaters that are holding it up with their late sign ups should
    get not a delicious worm, but like…a stinky squash bug.

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  20. Julie Avatar
    Julie

    I see so many burning bushes…or at least fires…in your cloth. So here’s the literal translation of the passage, maybe it will give your needle something to think about. (Like, man, who knew it was a thorn bush???
    “An angel of the Lord appeared to him in a flame of fire from within the thorn bush, and behold, the thorn bush was burning with fire, but the thorn bush was not being consumed. So Moses said, “Let me turn now and see this great spectacle why does the thorn bush not burn up?”
    I too am burning up waiting for Diaries, you betcha.

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  21. grace Forrest Avatar

    OKAY, so this is an important distinction. was it god or
    the angel that spoke to him?
    it’s really great, to me, that it was a Thorn bush.
    yes. these are the longest days!!!!!! and it’s kinda
    silly, because all there will be is the link in. but
    somehow that makes this huge difference. like suddenly
    there is this huge expanse just in front of Us…..
    wide open spaces, a far distant horizon
    or something

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  22. sandra Avatar

    Oh, I’m longing for free feet!!! It’s still winter here. And I hate socks!.

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  23. Julie Avatar
    Julie

    Whoa,you are Bible Scholar Extraodinaire, that is a very very big point!! Why does he first see an angel but then hear the voice of God? Other scholars suggest that it takes time to absorb our confrontations (wrong word) with the Divine…too much to take in all at once and it has to go in steps.

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