go to check the bud and no obvious change, but i linger looking, looking at the Whole plant, SUN FLOWER plant because there is some change in color, more than variations of green, but maybe it's the slant of the Sun?
droplets in other places and two of the ants…DOING something ….together…..i can't tell what. Were these droplets there yesterday and i just didn't see them? or are they NEW today?
i saw dots on this leaf as Sun illuminated it, turned it over and………..HERE……….ants and APHIDS………something in the Rolodex about this…ants and aphids, how ants "farm" aphids….
Did the aphids eat the hole in the leaf or is it as i originally thought, grasshoppers? There was a grasshopper sitting by the bud. I pushed it away. Should i have?
i stood on the futon couch to put the Cloth here, in collaboration with Tay's art….and found self face to face with an entire ecosystem of its own….cobweb spiders had made a literal wonderland on the Treasure Shelf which pushed me over the edge and i
Cleaned.
Vacuumed up miles of webbing throughout this small house. Miles. And even though i did no hand dusting, the level of vibration ROSE so much. How Light everything felt.
when dusting in the Room, over in the corner by the windows, this Cloth i made WAY back in the beginning of the Jude Time. It's hung there in the corner because i liked it, i thought, but it has been waiting, i think now. It was before i really understood much about all that i have learned from Jude.
i saw something new in it today, but something that has always wanted expression, and something i am being about to give understanding to because of reading this book. It's the Shared Eye. That is really what is happening here. Not MY eye, but a Seeing, that is shared. When i look, there is a looking back. Mutual. and so, this "looking", or, recognizing, can be represented by a Shared Eye. ???????????
and then there are those Other kinds of Eyes, that are drawn with ink, that are equally important to me to express a sense of Being Seen, by the All of It.
Both kinds of Eyes. Both kinds of Seeing, and the thing that i call Me, looking.
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