This morning
and no. Too big. Too big for this morning's thought, but then as i put the pics here, maybe not too big for some Other Thought that i haven't even Thought yet…??????
but all good in that it worked to help identify the Image that was in my mind….i know more now.
DOG plants potatoes. old ones i dumped into compost. A 5lb bag gone mushy. She removed them from compost one by one and dug and planted. Covering neatly with her nose.
Just today I thought “I just keep stitching the same thing over & over”…decided I was ok with that.
That DOG of yours, she is something, making her own stories.
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it’s our theme…these over and overs. We need, NEED to repeat
until we feel that what wants to be said has been…over and over.
the DOG. she is what she is. and i look at why i find her so ….what….so …..energetic in my life?
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yes, it’s a need…that’s what I was thinking, that it’s all I have to say…though i’m not sure what it is that I’m saying…probably why I keep saying it.
some days I can’t tell if I’m just going slower or everything else is going faster?
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Doesn’t matter.
we just say what we need to say. I love
what you say
it helps me
say what i need to say
so..
Just Saying…………….
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just grinning…….
Big Grin.
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Avaaz. Voice. what made that peace/climate march in NYC the other day.
Voice
Avaaz is common in many languages to mean Voice.
Voice.
to Utter and to Hear
yes.
big grin.
i love you
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I keep looking at the drawing, at the cloth, at the 4 strips at SHE and the dog…Tay, companion, her own being, but then you are your own being and the story continues as seen from a window because that’s what the 4 strips seem to be. At first, I thought they represented a gate but no, it’s a window, a window that opens into time – time that is singular as well as communal with goats and a dog who has morphed into a gardener and cloth not at the window like a curtain but front and center, talking of life lived fully, simply, honestly.
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looking in through your window…the paper window first. Love what I see. Then the cloth window…in process. Wait. So…if there were eyes…there will be potatoes growing there (wherever she planted) and the much…? food for grubs. Hmmmmm. Fascinating dog.
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I am astounded by this grub digging potato planting dog. She needs a job.
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You capture Tay so perfectly in the drawing, like I am looking right at her.
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happy for you…for this next/new chapter…this walking and looking into what is and what may be. and i’m thinking about this for all of us. feel like i’m needing to back pedal a bit to get to that place where every moment is just this. new. regardless. maybe not back pedal. maybe just BE.
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she has a job.
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i think why i began with those 4 strips, where i began the
drawing too, with nothing yet Inside them, is that it was/is
a gesture of holding. of keeping. something about that.
sometimes there’s a sense of needing to define what we are
and have by holding?
Don’t really know yet.
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no, no eyes and that’s why i threw them into the compost. it wasn’t
a whole bag, just some, and they had gotten pushed back behind
stuff. They SHOULD have gotten eyes, the conditions were perfect,
but they didn’t, just got mushy and had begun to rot.
I have recently started buying organic potatoes. I eat a lot
of potatoes.
She planted them all over…just here and there. It’s the
digging she’s into…because the earth is now so sensual with
all the rain.
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yeah, she sure has Enthusiasm
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she’s easy that way….and it goes back too,
to Jude’s Beast workshops….to that kind of seeing
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yes. Being. THIS one single day. made of one single moments.
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it’s not light yet…so i have a WHOLE NEW ONE coming up…
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Hmm, interesting perspective. I would say that you have defined yourself over and over again, in your words, photos and cloth. Your variations on a theme has been consistent because the identity of your theme is solid. Still maybe this holding has to do with the intake of breath as you realize that you can go deeper, can go further because what has been a scarcity in your life, SELF TIME, is now yours…
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maybe defining just this new moment, this change, as it
comes. Things feel very different tho they really are
the same. Why IS that?, so looking…..
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great drawing enjoy the expanse of days
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it seems a window
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ha , was going to say ..the frame . tho i did not think window but containment. funny what one sees. jude may see a window as opening and out and thru ? , i saw a box as in held , contained , within her own space. mine.
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am finding self likeing to use drawing more for the Considering
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it does, but i think it isn’t??????
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held, yes, but so loosly
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windthread 
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