again. how the Cloth creates itself. the "dress" moved itself to the center of the table. it was a piece of a very small size blouse from the Thrift Shop last week…over dyed in the black bean.
how it Was
the part of the yoke i cut off to overdye
the long blue was ripped.
mud earth brown underneath. maybe more…different earth brown? (s) ?
so..it has a name.
River
and the river might carry her? will you weave it at all?
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I like black bean brown…
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yes. weave. it asks for that, doesn’t it. but in
thin thin thin pieces of brown. if i can.
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isn’t it amazing? the orange was so….too much!, i
actually brought the blouse home because on the Other
Side of the Peacock print, the birds look more like geese
or ducks and i though i might use it with something for
the little new soul of a granddaughter that has yet
to be born and is floating somewhere there in Colorado.
i dyed the piece of !!!ORANGE!!!! just as an experiment, not expecting much at all. and even, when i looked at it, on its Right side, i didn’t LOVE it. but today, when it presented itself on it’s Other Side, i almost fainted with
JOY!…how beautiful this is!!!!! and a whole Story was
born of it. so, yes. black bean brown. gratitude.
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this is wonderful, Grace. loving it. soooooooooooooo much.
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i was worried. what IF nothing showed up? What If
there was just a
BLANK
?
well…how come i still can’t TRUST?
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yes.
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xo
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I don’t know why you say, “how come I still can’t TRUST: that a cloth named the River came to you is no surprise to me, I wanted it and I knew it would come for you stay open to it all: to the land, to the goats and especially to your trust in the river, even when it is barely a trickle, a sandbar… Now, it has flowed for a while, filling itself, filling you with a sense of guardianship, trusting you to bear witness and in so doing, you stayed open to its flow and the flow came into you as it always does…flow is not automatic, it takes patience and presence and the willingness to wait and mira what has come, La mujer del Rio, the woman of the River and she is grand !
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because yesterday, Marti, there was a total Blank. a
GAP a space of nothing. i thought maybe it was because
of the thing of the flooding, the taxing of that. and
maybe it was.
and last night, Caroline, one of the Milking Goats called
out. off and on, all night. i got up, went out, with the
flashlight. could see nothing. i even dumped and refilled their water tube at 1 am incase she was having feelings
about stale water.
i still don’t know. she’s starting up again. a FULL
moon. ?????
but, until that piece of overydye appeared, i had no clue.
standing here, having no clue. then suddenly, there. on
the table. YES. and i had to go off to Alz B. but when i got back, YES!!!!!!! and YES, ok.
but there was the gap…..
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Amazing. And more amazing still that you are open to responding immediately to the story that needs to be told; what is necessary to right now. Amazing. Thank you Grace.
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I see what you mean, there was a gap but I guess I don’t understand why it was a worry since you breathe, inhale and live cloth and with all that makes up your life, your world, I have never known you not to create with cloth since you began this story cloth journey. I’m new to this world of creating with something other than words so I may be off the mark but I think that it is natural to have pauses, times of quiet when nothing comes. Cloth is like that for me, sometimes a flare up of knowing that I simply must put a dyed cloth together and also, times when the pile of dyed cloths in my large basket grows and grows, gathering lint and dust and nothing moves me to pick up needle and thread and inspiration is but a drip…but then, what I do with cloth is solely for myself, not for others so I guess that is a huge difference in reacting to a gap.
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like you…
being in Response.
but i always sense you as being so….uhhh, balanced.
for me…this Gap felt so
much a Gap.
what?, was there? on the other end?
the way You work, the other end simply appears. me,
i am i think Calling it?
i don’t know.
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no.
that’s not it. self/others
grows, gathering lint and dust….inspiration is but a drip
no. for self, this.
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You’re rolling like the river Grace…how great is THAT! Exactly at ’empty’, there’s finally room for the current to flow. This one’s looks like those poem things that just pop out whole. I mean, I know for it to be compelling fiction (read the truth made visible), there might be embellishments, but the whole thing is already formed. THAT IS JUST GRAND!
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and equally GRAND, you are BACK!
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The gap is what lets in light.
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i was going to say something about that–the “what if” nothing else showed up, but you when you said it, you were already onto this. so i waited. why point out the obvious? and THAT was a new one for me
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I don’t know why, but I seem to be too busy sinoe school started once more to be here and elsewhere in the virtual world…am lagging behind, I feel; of course it’s not just school, it’s ‘everything’ has begun again and ‘everyone’ is back and demanding attention
So I apologise for not attending and commenting properly, Grace
‘cos I do drop in and gaze and wonder about all you do and am inspired and transported to this speck on the earth, away from my green-and-muddy-garden to sun-drenched and now wet-as-well NewMexico.
The brown river is so impressive and this latest cloth with the water pouring down, so much part of where you are at, I love coming here just to absorb it in a small way and let it permeate through me and transform my way of looking at my small world……
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Michelle’s “exactly at empty there is finally room for the current to flow”. So perfect.
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How could that roiling, churning, musical, brown river not give birth to a cloth? And now that it presents itself it makes perfect sense doesn’t it.
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Ha! just going with the flow
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magic beans!
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windthread 
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