off and on i just looked at whatever called my attention
don't they kind of look like fingers?, holding, grasping?
a palm altar
looking at some White
draped over the sewing lamp…Deb Lacativa's work. it's silk.
and this is where we got to today. it's pretty much enough, i think. some small things. not small in importance, but small to do.
x
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x back atcha
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Your eye is so keen. Each look a wonder. I’m loving the palm alter, and thinking the eye (yours/mine/anyone’s) is also an alter, a vision alter that isolates what is important and offers it to the mind.
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here to look at that bit of blue in the left corner again, thinking of your indigo flag on your “boat” & jumblies and moonrises. more x.
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An altar cloth that to me honors a day on this place we call home, our planetary address: On the left top, the moon bracketing a slice of our earth; on the right top, the sun and in the center of the cloth, an orbit that holds you in reverence and allows wonder to fill the space…
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i agree with Marti…so much orbit yet orderly, not chaotic
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good morning..just went out into the beauty of this day..the snow is gone, the daffodils are almost starting…the air is full of birdsong..a flock of robins has been outfront and outside the kitchen window there are the sweetest pair of juncos gobbling the berries…
i actually do not mind grey mornings..i grew up in san francisco…but the clarity of the light here on these clear days after days of grey just takes your breath away…there has been a fox lately..but i wonder if he has moved on..there are rabbits and i haven’t been seeing them…and there is cause and effect there…it definitely is an early spring morning to walk out into….
i love this morning time…and i wonder what it will hold in vermont…i know it will be good..but here i am walking to the end of a driveway to get the newspaper..there we will be on a n unpaved road..gravelled and maintained, but not paved..and apparently we have a post office box in the town..
i cannot quite get my head around such a small but huge change…
there are a line of mail boxes at the bottom of our road where the main road into town is..down a hill..i guess ..no i know that i thought i would just walk down in the nicer months and learn to deal in winter..but no ..it does not work that way…
connections…amazing then to think that how totally grateful i am to be alive here and now in an age where i am not waiting for a letter…and for the postman to come..or worrying about thinking if i do or donot want to drive into town to get the mail…so much is right here at the end of my fingertips
what makes it even stranger to me is that our link to all this is through satellites…here we have cable but there …maybe in about 18 months i was told….so i will be able to sit by a window looking down a valley and read your words, see these pictures that show me your world..both the real world and the ones that you create …suddenly or slowly ..equally alive and present
i know that is no more amazing there than it is right here…i am filled with delight to go what iffing around the wolrd, to imagine invisible threads of connection circling the world, converging on small screens so very far apart…but there are choices here and options…and there i was not even sure we would have online access…well actually..i was and then when i called to have it set up..secure in the knowledge that meadow’s parents have a slow but real connection. and they live a few miles down the rad…the very nice voice on the phone took my address and said…’ oh you aren’t from vermont are you??”…it was a chilling moment..it made real how very dependent i am , we are, on this easy easy magical way of connection
it is a balance that i so appreciate..at a time in my life …when i am paring down, picking and choosing parts of our lives to keep and what to leave behind…at a time when i am excited for the time to just be..to explore with what iffing, to create a new garden..to have time…i really do not want those things without this connection
when i am off grid at breezy meadows i love it..i can be there for days..alan would go down off the mountain with josh to check his email..i wouldn’t..i loved the very unconnected-ness of it..the time and space…full of life..well really full of tons of unending hard work..joyful, fulfilling but hard..
but now ..i acknowledge how much i value and need this ….connection
and so i am so happy to be here ..loving your world view, your work and the comments which open new places..i love the vision alter..isolating what is important , offering it to the mind..and the orbit holding you in reverence
because it is all so huge and so small all at once and it is such a gift to be allowed to be part of it..wake well ..cynthia
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connected
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it’s interesting to make a cloth and leave so much
“open”…to not insert “myself” in it….i will learn.
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yes…i think this is very true…vision…as we go
through any day holds things for moments
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that oval … perfect for this
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i hope so. that is important…the emptiness…
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Cynthia…i love your soft gaze on Life Changes now as
they happen. this is a gift to me. a while back i
thought i too would be going to California, not a personal choice, but really in a way, i guess…but to set up
housekeeping there with daughter and goats. for now,
that is postponed. and part of what has brought forward
this learning of the Unforseen. but it may rise up again
in the future. so i will learn here from your experience.
and am grateful to you for sharing it.
love,
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it’s amazing. really.
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