i was excited to see what might happen this morning and what happened is that i see i CAN make a dimensional Shelter. i has begun this way, but i also realized that i am trying to make something that I have Never Seen. so it's Happening for the First Time as we go. I really have no idea…
just those words: Shelter For Wandering Spirits
but i fills me.
Maybe?????
possibilities
a handful of scraps. i love that
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YES!…it’s wonderful. just the thinnest just really
hardly anything at all scraps. but woven together, a shelter. !
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i love those words. . .shelter for wandering spirits. and your shelter looks very welcoming.
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i love them too. years ago, whether it be through the Native American way/ First People’s or Findhorn…. i loved
believing. You ask the Old Ones, most of whom are dead now, they say the same.
and then
i let it go for a long long time. because i couldn’t be
SURE.
but now, i don’t so much care at all about being Sure. maybe, maybe not. but to think that there are spirits,
that Wander, through forests, deserts, and sit on the Rim of the world, Watching our doings. not judging, but watching. i just like that. i like it Still. and i like it Again. how they sit….on the Rim….looking down upon Us. each of us are seen?
so i like it, that as they travel, watching, they might
see a Shelter. might rest there. it’s a good feeling,
imagining this.
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Sculpting with cloth..An arch, a gate, a shelter, a THRESHOLD, to me. Love this, Grace. And, we are through the winter gate, though, here in the hills there is a temperature inversion and we had a high of 63 today, whacky!! Fog now, everywhere, and mud.
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yes…we are through the Gate, the threshold…we are
now about GOING. Going toward Light, toward growing, toward renewing. Fog, Mud. Going things. GO!
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Sitting here this early morning, it’s about 4:10 am or so, looking, and I feel such a lightness of being. We have come through to the light yes but what is making me feel this way is cause I’m looking at the 2nd photo, this shelter for wandering spirits, the strip of cloth curling over the top. Now you could say that it is part of the shelter but to me, that strip curling over the top tells me a story of an apprentice spirit who was sheltered but wanted to test her wings, was not done with wandering so she is slipping out to see what’s around her, maybe she heard Celia calling…
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i’m loving the direction of this cloth–and the direction of your thoughts and words. it feels like you’re really heading into the heart of things and to have it laid out here for all of us to see, to read, to ponder–and yes, to resonate with–well, it just all feels like FINALLY it’s being said. and acknowledged–
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This feels wonderful. A little haven, a little shelter for rest. In a way very much like Jude’s basket idea–but yet quite different…
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yes a shelter
the wandering needs that
it is a big thing
let us give shelter on each other
may the words give shelter to you
greets
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it feels like this next year coming will be full of HEART
whether we are ready or not
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yes. a shelter for rest. and yes. like Jude’s basket.
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i love that you said this…” let us give shelter on each other “, yes, Maria. let us do that….give shelter on each other…Thank You,
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