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February 4, 2014

Not much of a day for something to Show. i spent time this morning watching the Utubes for the Mustang Camp. then i went to work. i was in some kind of day dream from watching the Utubes.

came home. cleared the Albatros for a half ton Alfalfa delivery. then, had some small time to Kantha.

the left is this evening. the right is yesterday. there is a difference. the left is uneven. very. i noticed and undid it all. began again. and still, it is uneven. but the second time around, i realized that i prefer it Uneven. hmmmm.

and What IS IT that i am seeing about this taming of horses to human beings? for me, this really is about the Goats. but i'm thinking Goats are similar to wildborn Mustangs. How?. thinking. and what i see when i watch this woman working with them is the slow slow slowness. the repetativeness. the reliability of Her. What does this mean to me? and somehow it all makes me teary. How things take time. and being The Same…yourself…being the same self. the trustworthy self. over and over and over. for as long as it takes.

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and i forgot this. but need to note. (Journal) i spent some time on the way back from the Old Folks Home and Alz B at the Thrift shop. I FORCED self to go through all the pants…3/4 levi's/jeans on the women's pants table. OVERwhelming endeavor. but i have only a single pair of pants. this doesn't work out so well with no washing machine. out of the MANY, i brought home 2 possibilities. only one will work. it seems that all pants now are either so skinny they are stupid or so baggy they are also stupid. BUT. one more. i had been even considering going to the only clothing store in town, a Western Wear store and buying a NEW!!!!! pair. but how long would it take till they felt OK….forever…so…it's February. 2 more months till skirt/jumper days. maybe this one will help me make it through………………………….

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10 responses to “340”

Michelle in NYC

February 4, 2014

Oh, good old reliable–self–everywhere I go I find myself, and when I visit you, I find your self. Good old reliable selves make the best company! I’m locked in waiting for the two storms moving in to the area…the first will be ice. I got some supplies in today since this is likely to go on through the weekend.

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suzanna

February 4, 2014

I cannot wait to hear more about the Mustang Camp!

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²

February 4, 2014

i understand the tears … i feel it to
i feel that i missed the experience to go on with animals like that way ,i will do it like that , but i’m affraid ….
i feel the distance i made ( i my head )
it is neccessary to go on in the notice that we are ONE , that we are different but the same ( youmeus )with the animals
i will learn to
to have a real respect for them.
i’ll start my day with this idea
so we support each other.
our live is uneven like some canta

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Tracy Leppold

February 4, 2014

Wild horses. Do they tame them for riding, or just to hang out with? I like the patience and persistence. It’s good.
Oh my, your cloth is so lively. I like all the colors and things sticking out in all directions. It twists like a whirlwind. It makes sense your stitches would be different at different times. It’s natural, you aren’t a machine.
It’s all good.

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Cynthia

February 5, 2014

i can’t help it ..every time i pull this up to look at it the rolling stones pop into my head and i have a background of the refrain..wild d d d d horses…could not tear me away….
there is still the faintest breath of the southwest on/in my Shelter cloth
and i am here in that room with it looking at your new Cloth.. i love watching the kantha form a rhythm of its own liking around your Thought…i don’t know the thought of that… on this end anyway makes me smile..it always seems to me as if you work has its own life force ..
and so i am sitting watching the water on the branches outside ..they are ice covered from the night but the degrees are inching upward and we just passed freezing and i am simply grateful ..we have power..although the radio is naming roads closed as trees fall and thinking of new jeans….they do take time..a good investment of it though
.brief distraction as i look out and the branches have become breath takingly beautiful in the growing light..and heart breaking as i see how many branches have snapped..even though i hit as many as i could yesterday with the long broom trying to shake off as much snow as possible..
but mainly thinking of the woman’s words yesterday ..what’s a mother doing with her daughter’s goats for going on two years???….and your trustworthy self over and over…how being that self can change your life into something as uneven as left sided kantha stitches and all the beauty that has poured out of you as a result..the slowness, the meandering yet ordered patterns…the very real limits it throws onto your life and the extraordinary places it has shown you,taken you
how things take time…maybe definitely consider the new jeans ..may your day be full of quiet discovery

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yvette

February 5, 2014

for as long as it takes
repeatedly
wild is wonderfull
wonderfull takes time to observe
an animal
time
needs
grace the wonders of again and again, softly speach and then……at theire time they become there quiet own
they study you
then interacting takes place…wonders….
people are the same…if they are slow, withdrawn, making increadibly beautiful art, there should be time , time to interact with you, being studied

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yvette

February 5, 2014

but in the here and now, in mixed up world, demanding to go into cages there is not enough space for the mustang people
they escape
no matter where to
they escape
no sence but escape
no way back

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Judith of N. CA

February 5, 2014

Dear Ladies above…Your words to Grace are so very lovely and meaningful.

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Nancy

February 5, 2014

Cynthia~ You are a beautiful writer.
And I keep thinking of “A Horse with No Name”

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Nancy

February 5, 2014

Grace when you say “…is the slow slow slowness. the repetativeness. the reliability …” ~ I think how very true this is not only for Wild Mustangs, but for very young babies and children…and for our elders. We are all the same, are we not?

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