Quiet day.  

 

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finished the one side for now.   i have no idea what might happen on the Inside,  so want to wait.  not get too close yet.   just now,  began the other side.  it's slow slow going.

all afternoon was outside work…hauling manure and scrap feed to compost and also directly to the long vegetable bed.  it's early enough.  can just dig it in and let it compost there.  another week or so.   the pic there would be the wheelbarrow……..

 

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love the back.  i wonder if we could look at the Other Side of our lives,  would it be somehow similar?

 

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with flash

 

ADDENDUM ~           received Cynthia's words below as an email this morning.  i asked her if she could possibly put it here as a comment…because her writing is SO Extraordinary, because her words mean so much to me,  because her words, the arrival of Shelter to her is very much a part of what is happening with this Cloth,  with  the answer to that Dream question the other day…

"To Whom do you belong"

 

 

 

 

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31 responses to “314 and an Addendum….Shelter arrived in Delaware see comment below”

  1. Tracy Leppold Avatar

    Make it a two sided piece. Both sides are good enough. Is the back really that dark? You could have dark and light.

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  2. grace Forrest Avatar

    yes. the back is the color of the pic with the flash.
    the back reminds me of fireflies

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  3. roz Avatar
    roz

    the back is freedom. i love it.

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  4. Valerianna Avatar

    Wow… I never would have known that was the back, love it!

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  5. grace Avatar
    grace

    the marks are a little related to ones you make, yes?
    i’m glad you like it….

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  6. grace Avatar
    grace

    a surprise!….

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  7. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    The back looks like an illuminated manuscript! Such lovely twirling marks.

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  8. grace Avatar
    grace

    you are a lovely twirling person

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  9. handstories Avatar

    the calm of the front and the dancing of the back- two such gifts!

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  10. Mo Crow Avatar

    oh my goodness gracious, Grace, it’s like seeing the dark side of the moon!

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  11. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    What a good idea! I’ve been plodding along for days.
    Today, I will think of myself twirling instead. It might just make all the difference }->

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  12. patricia Avatar

    this is IT. parallel realities. that they both exist so clearly in the form of this cloth is a perfect example of what i’ve been sensing. and it’s what i FORGOT when i was in a spin about the starfish here, on this plane.

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  13. Cynthia Avatar
    Cynthia

    A thank you for sharing your gifts
    the first thing was the amazing smell..i sit holding the package containing Shelter in my lap..i have come into laura’s old room…i is a pretty room…it was the last project i ever did with my papa..it is wallpapered in an intricate patter of vines and flowers..finding the matches was so hard and we laughed so much..but we were fulfilling an 8 year old little girl’s fondest wishes and so we ignored the heat and the humidity and the downward slope of the ceiling and spent several afternoons turning it into a bower..
    the bed is very very high ..it is an old brass bed that my husband and i found left on the street in san francisco over 50 years ago..it had been painted and we stripped it down..it is not even a full size..but it was the bed we shared our first 10 years together…and he is 6’5 so he slept on a diagonal and i curled into a ball…and it worked just fine…now it has a new and very wonderful mattress but is is quite high and the step stool it takes to climb in with ease has been packed and moved to vermont so i climb in with a running leap which must look so ludicrous..but then who is watching??
    the room smells like lavender..i have it drying in here..and i open your package…and suddenly the southwest fills the room..vivid and foreign and wonderful…and just righ
    there could not be a stranger juxtaposition ..in any room of my life than this one and the world that this package of shelter …and yet it feels right..it has been a very long and strange day..i have been up since 4:30 an apparently it is 3:30 am of the next day..but alan is restless, the cat is sick and the day has been so full of small and emotional changes and simple hard moving things that i am in that place of being so tired that i would sleep if i just closed my eyes no matter where i was..but my brain keeps whirling and so i don’t close my eyes
    i came in from errands at the end of the afternoon.and there it was this small brown package full of the scents of another place and i was just so excited and happy..i wanted to tear it open.like a little kid on an occasion..but i also wanted..even more to open it slowly and with ceremony and life was full enough..so i waited and now i have music on ..the university of pennsylvannia station is playing something strange and middle of the night ish..and even sitting here on the bed with my laptop on my lap all wrapped up in soft old quilts the scent of new mexico curls up and and surrounds me..envelops me as i open the folded brown cardboard and find Shelter
    oh grace it is quite perfect..your note falls out and i read your words and see your clothes line in the sun..and see your very own true handwriting..my cat is intrigued and wants to pull out the small enclosed stick..i am grateful that it is fastened in so well..and i am holding Shelter.it is exactly right…it is so very soft ..and look there is this smile on my face as i examine it..part of me is sad that it will not live here on the paster walls old and irregular that are my spaces here…except for this room …but i can so imagine it in the clear light of vemont..i think i know where it will go there..but for just rght now it is here with me under soft lamp light in a room full of old oak and happy memories
    i chose to open it here because the house is more and more torn apart but this room is still..well a shelter of sorts ..it is full of so many happy memories..and surely that is a shelter all of its own..
    and so this small piece of cloth becomes not just Shelter but Bridge as well..i hole it and look at it and imagine ..swales..yours , mine,emerging on the hills of vermont.. the new to my thoughts blueberry swales !!! and it helps me move forward …it is certainly a powerful small piece of cloth
    much love and many thank yous grace of the far away wide spaces..the spicy scene of your country is mixing strangely well with the lavender and i am so tired but this ..this moment of times and spaces touching..it is a good time enjoy your new day..may it be full of small surprises
    xox much cynthia
    the first thing was the amazing smell..i sit holding the package containing Shelter in my lap..i have come into laura’s old room…i is a pretty room…it was the last project i ever did with my papa..it is wallpapered in an intricate patter of vines and flowers..finding the matches was so hard and we laughed so much..but we were fulfilling an 8 year old little girl’s fondest wishes and so we ignored the heat and the humidity and the downward slope of the ceiling and spent several afternoons turning it into a bower..
    the bed is very very high ..it is an old brass bed that my husband and i found left on the street in san francisco over 50 years ago..it had been painted and we stripped it down..it is not even a full size..but it was the bed we shared our first 10 years together…and he is 6’5 so he slept on a diagonal and i curled into a ball…and it worked just fine…now it has a new and very wonderful mattress but is is quite high and the step stool it takes to climb in with ease has been packed and moved to vermont so i climb in with a running leap which must look so ludicrous..but then who is watching??
    the room smells like lavender..i have it drying in here..and i open your package…and suddenly the southwest fills the room..vivid and foreign and wonderful…and just righ
    there could not be a stranger juxtaposition ..in any room of my life than this one and the world that this package of shelter …and yet it feels right..it has been a very long and strange day..i have been up since 4:30 an apparently it is 3:30 am of the next day..but alan is restless, the cat is sick and the day has been so full of small and emotional changes and simple hard moving things that i am in that place of being so tired that i would sleep if i just closed my eyes no matter where i was..but my brain keeps whirling and so i don’t close my eyes
    i came in from errands at the end of the afternoon.and there it was this small brown package full of the scents of another place and i was just so excited and happy..i wanted to tear it open.like a little kid on an occasion..but i also wanted..even more to open it slowly and with ceremony and life was full enough..so i waited and now i have music on ..the university of pennsylvannia station is playing something strange and middle of the night ish..and even sitting here on the bed with my laptop on my lap all wrapped up in soft old quilts the scent of new mexico curls up and and surrounds me..envelops me as i open the folded brown cardboard and find Shelter
    oh grace it is quite perfect..your note falls out and i read your words and see your clothes line in the sun..and see your very own true handwriting..my cat is intrigued and wants to pull out the small enclosed stick..i am grateful that it is fastened in so well..and i am holding Shelter.it is exactly right…it is so very soft ..and look there is this smile on my face as i examine it..part of me is sad that it will not live here on the paster walls old and irregular that are my spaces here…except for this room …but i can so imagine it in the clear light of vemont..i think i know where it will go there..but for just rght now it is here with me under soft lamp light in a room full of old oak and happy memories
    i chose to open it here because the house is more and more torn apart but this room is still..well a shelter of sorts ..it is full of so many happy memories..and surely that is a shelter all of its own..
    and so this small piece of cloth becomes not just Shelter but Bridge as well..i hole it and look at it and imagine ..swales..yours , mine,emerging on the hills of vermont.. the new to my thoughts blueberry swales !!! and it helps me move forward …it is certainly a powerful small piece of cloth
    much love and many thank yous grace of the far away wide spaces..the spicy scene of your country is mixing strangely well with the lavender and i am so tired but this ..this moment of times and spaces touching..it is a good time enjoy your new day..may it be full of small surprises
    xox much cynthia

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  14. jude Avatar

    the nature of stitch is amazing.

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  15. grace Avatar
    grace

    it’s alive

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  16. grace Avatar
    grace

    THANK YOU for putting these words and images here. when
    i read them in the email first, i wanted them here too
    because they themselves are a BRIDGE to where it seems
    Everything is Going right now and i needed it all to be
    together here so i can watch as it all unfolds, FLOWS into the NEXT.
    your writing is stunning to me….creates such a living
    breathing view of what you are telling….
    again…THANK YOU and love and
    more later

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  17. beth Avatar

    This is so beautiful Cynthia. Thank you for sharing it publicly. The connection so strong.
    And Grace, the other side… I sometimes look at the other side and wonder why I can’t stitch with such freedom on the front. Perhaps an experiment of NOT looking is in order for me.

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  18. grace Avatar
    grace

    this is really Something for thought…because it just
    doesn’t seem possible to let the mind go that way, does
    it….
    and it’s worth trying….seeing how far it could go….
    are you going to make a reproduction of your Solstice
    Photograph?????????

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  19. KAMFreeman Avatar

    the beauty of shelter being created, shipped, shared and soon to travel to a new home…the story is a blessing, a gift as I read it today.

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  20. judy keathley Avatar

    such a beautiful message from cynthia. so moved by the cloth.
    all these connections.
    about the other side:
    i have had a small cloth on my wall ( with others) i made a few years ago . it’s never been all that pleasing to me so i recently took it down & dropped it in a pile of cloth. at some point the other side was face up & i loved it. so now i am working on it as if it were the “front” & it’s all new & fresh. recycled.

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  21. margaret johnson Avatar
    margaret johnson

    Simply beautiful. ox

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  22. Nance Avatar
    Nance

    What a wonderful home shelter has found.

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  23. grace Avatar
    grace

    did it??????

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  24. grace Avatar
    grace

    i think it’s how it IS….simultaneously….

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  25. grace Avatar
    grace

    or the Other Side of Anything

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  26. grace Avatar
    grace

    yes. again…another thing i’d let go of…
    parallel realities

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  27. grace Avatar
    grace

    i hope she, Cynthia, continues the telling…

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  28. grace Avatar
    grace

    o!…THANK YOU for telling this….this is just GREAT
    and well, just GREAT!!! yes!

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  29. grace Avatar
    grace

    yes. and i love that the Cloth will travel, finding it’s
    way there to the new place in Vermont in time.
    I hope Cynthia tells us more about that place…..that
    it is devoted to Permaculture was the catalyst to so much
    for me…..a thing i’d forgotten to pay attention to

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  30. saskia Avatar

    such beautiful stitching, on back and front

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  31. grace Avatar
    grace

    i take your comment well as you are the ultimate Back/Front stitcher

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