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the 74th Day. sharing Minka’s thought.

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i will need to go back and copy down the original comment of a couple or few days ago that Minka left on an OLD post,  but on which she commented just the other day.  She had gone Back.  and as it goes, her train of thought  (love that image, a train of thought,) is timely.  for me.  and today, she left an additional comment on Day 72 with a link to a Fresh Air interview, NPR, Terry Gross who interviewed a woman who wrote the book The Woman Upstairs.  

ok…this is the prologue to maybe a post tomorrow.  and in the meantime, this is what i did today aside from cleaning someone else's house, going to check on Alz B in her son's absense and making a delivery of requested items to the old Cowboy.    I cleaned my purse.

the other thing i did

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take a pic of the rolled sheet of copper that i unearthed yesterday.

BUT.  did i sew?  

No.

 

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13 responses to “the 74th Day. sharing Minka’s thought.”

  1. Elizabeth Avatar
    Elizabeth

    Table of treasures!

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  2. yvette Avatar
    yvette

    impossible

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  3. linda Avatar
    linda

    sounds more like my life right now.
    sew? not happening..
    at least it was just a day for you..
    that copper looks like lots of possibilities

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  4. saskia Avatar
    saskia

    the TreasureTable

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  5. beth Avatar
    beth

    Yes, the commenting is difficult for me too… How late is too late to go back? And do I come back to see a comment on a comment? Sometimes I forget. So I guess it has to be a just going thing with forgiveness for what is missed. And this book sounds intriguing… And yes, we’re all mothers of a sort aren’t we? I have no human children but have nurtured a fair number of other beings…

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  6. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    isn’t it funny how finding the time for doing the things we love the most like stitching or drawing or writing a poem or whatever that current dream thing is that is waiting patiently inside us to be brought out into the world is often left to the tail end of the day! Y’know that’s why I wake up every day at 2am to have that quiet time when the rest of the world is sound asleep to draw or stitch or write or dream before the sun comes up and all the other things that go with the day to day step in and call for attention!

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  7. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    it is. stuff. beautiful beautiful stuff

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  8. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    hmmmmmm

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  9. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    the copper could be cut and clamped?

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  10. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    yes. like at your house.

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  11. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    i love/ed the mothering thing but there is a me that
    is in equal balance

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  12. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    i can’t do the tail end of the day. by then, i can do
    the kind of mindless dreaming and looking. the WORK
    needs, for me, to begin before light …the looking, the
    Letting. then…it seems, it needs the rest of the day
    to find it’s way. i’ve tried to manipulate that, but have
    been unsuccessful so far. so, i am asking self that question. do i really need a Whole Day?, as i think i do?
    or…can i learn a more bits and pieces Way?
    questions, questions, questions….flowing like a river

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  13. Cynthia Avatar
    Cynthia

    we are back again..illness makes us move so much more slowly..we have left the early spring of vermont to come back to dogwoods and azaleas, rhodadendronsa and campanula all bursting…ferns and wild geranium racing across the yard, surprising me with where they have decided to grow this year..we have left behind..temporarily, the goats and the pigs and the amazing quiet of being there and have returned to face ..well to borrow your tem..our own albatross.a house where we have lived for 40 years..i am mid paring down……the spaces here..which i find funny and happy are in the garden..i filled the car not with the practical so much as the loved..last fall we took up peonies and rapberries..this trip moved hydrangeas and hostas ..huge, old loved…we will see..the rapberries and peonies made it through the winter..and that was truly a joyful discovery.. we know that this time we do not have quite so much time to watch them grow……
    i have decided not to feel behind schedule..this illness which we will live with has changed plans and schedules..not to mention sleep patterns..i am trying to simply be and enjoy the moment, finding my self assaulted by memories so strong as i start the paring down and down and down…i thought it would be the unknown futures that would hit me so hard..instead i find myself slowed some hours to a total stop by simply opening a box and becoming undone by the past…
    so instead i have taken such joy in opening instead, this laptop , to simply read and catch up on all the things that have happened on what if..and here and on the other blogs of the amazing people in this class….the beautiful work, the strenghth and depth of what people are making…and thinking…
    i find listening to jude’s voice very soothing right now, besides the actual information being imparted i love the way the threads of her thoughts become catalysts …watching how they are interpreted, weaving together strands from all over the world..it is breathtaking , exhilerating..soothing….my head is so full of ideas ..i am starting to have bits and pieces of my own..how perfect at a time when everything in my world seems slightly off kilter and disjointed to find a place where small experiments are encouraged…where they make sense…
    but mainly, right now , this moment and all through last night i find myself not quite haunted..but certainly thinking over and over again your thought “i thought i was going to be the me that i had been waiting for ” i cannot even write, i just discovered a coherent thought about all the feelings that sentence and the rest of the this post have stirred in me, not new or unknown..just a stir that has unearthed so much…
    this blog you write, this particular strand of the group reachs so many people…the life that you share with us now …small daily chapters unfolding…so looked forward to…has a substance of its own…i hope you feel this deeply because it is important…this..individually..this part of the whole..
    and so your wonderful work assails my senses…and at the same time josh and meadow and i all love your milking stanchion..theirs is pieced together from wood..with many changes as the herd grows and their experience grows with it…and i am so impressed with the cleaning of the albatross
    the whole of it…just the whole of it…it is alive and full of growth..and important ..and so it is
    many thoughts of love and caring ..and awe..me for your work, meadow for the goats…although in reality those are equally present in both of us…oh and josh throws in your ability to build things..or have them built..we decided basically what we all meant was that your vision holds….my center holding is still wobbly but i believe in it…but your center we all agreed is amazing, expanding ..but definitely it holds..so thoughts…directed your way xox much cynthia

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