what to say here.
a perfect day. and it's not finished yet. which makes it even more perfect. i will put this here and then have at least 2 hours yet. Outside. i already know what i want to do.
part of the Perfectness was sewing since morning. Stitching is a powerful thing. it "rights" everything. it creates a smooth movement in my Brain, almost a rocking from Left to Right that creates a strong flow of energy that affects everything. on Sunday when Wind was 65/70 mph and the metal fence post, t post, jammed into my ribs, there was significant residual uhhh, not pain, but discomfort. Stitching today, that corrected, even. and i was "taken in". So…This is?/was? supposed to be one of the two first altar cloths. and as i worked on it, i thought all the while about what altar cloth is/was. i think i would use the term Spirit Cloth, really…but that seems to be taken. and Cindy claimed this one instantly but i told her to wait. i think she was responding to the ringed oval, which my guess is that it reminds her of the rings on the apple tree that was taken down. i said..wait. you don't know what it might end up looking like. and i didn't either. and here we are today and i still have no idea what's next. and as i worked, i thought about how this didn't seem really like an Altar Cloth. if i googled altar cloth, i think i would expect something different. so i don't know what to say.
i flooded the base of the Apricot Tree. This is an altar. an altar to a great grandmother expecting her great grandson last year. the year i became real as Old Nana.
and this was on the ground. what IS it? a wing?, a hair comb?, a goat scratcher? something to place on the little Child Buddha altar of the Cairn.
and as i walked out, the first time, after stitching all day , in response to Them calling me, i glanced over at this. i don't know what it is. but i like things like this. i like that they are rusted metal. and i like that they had some specific purpose that someone created them for. so this hangs on the post of the porch at the first step. and when i stood there, listening to the Goats calling, felt the Air, the warmth, the heat….i had a flood of sensation. in my feet. in my legs. in my body. in my face. in my heart/mind. a flood of sensation that told me of how much i love my life. really really LOVE it. we are on the brink, the edge, of seasons days to come where the Intensity of It All will unfold. Day unto day. and i was flooded with Love for it.
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