so i have finished the Karma Hat cloth. today i tacked the black beans to that Runner
it's the First Time i have not had "another" cloth waiting in my mind. my mind is empty. i think it feels odd. but i'm not sure. What if the Karma Hat were the last cloth i ever make?
i worked away again and came home to do things outside. like scrub out Drinking Tubs. rearrange the feed hay bales. and my mind was still at the River.
Escondida (Hidden in spanish) is about 5 miles away. it occured to me that i could go Often, even every day, really, and Witness Her after this time of Reprieve. i could. and there are other places along her shore where i could go. Take Chinche who would be thrilled beyond her wildest dreams.
and suddenly, i remembered to go look
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Meinrad Craighead. you may remember i have talked about her before. i don't know what she is doing now. She lives in Albuquerque along the banks of the Rio Grande. she had fallen ill. no longer teaches.
maybe i will read this book front to back. truth is, i never read the text. only looked at the pictures. maybe it's time to read her words?
of all the bean dye, this is my favorite. it's just the end of a long strip, most of which is underneath the blue strip. i couldn't tear it off. and i look at it with such PLEASURE and think that it is only fairly recently that i could imagine choosing this as my favorite. Things have changed for me.
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