How SUN came, this Morning
Reading more. And i will say that if you don't want everything you think to come into question, then maybe don't read. Everything comes into Question.
i can't get the true colors.
so we are still Waiting
i realized that i hadn't taken a pic of Its Whole Self. About 3ft tall, give or take
oh this new cloth is a gateway!
that golden golden Light
and is that a native wild sunflower of New Mexico?
have never seen one grow so purple!
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i can’t find my Way to this Cloth….i am just standing Still…not knowing.
the morning light is beyond anything these days
No. it’s not a native. it’s from an “organic” packet from the
grocery store…a sunflower called Drop Dead Red. It may never bloom.
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Well maybe the cloth is just a holding cloth,holding thoughts, holding vision, holding place until…
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this feels right. i think this feels right.
holding.
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layer on layer
remember the shelters
question by question
waiting by patience
the question become to form
because the answer IS in you
TRUST it is close by
even the flower seed had trust
in the sun
because she KNEW she IS alright a sunflower
i smile ……
then maybe don’t read
give attention on hard work
it cleans up the mind
go and play with the dogs …..
whooo…i can better read it for myself
i will just share my thoughts
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difficult reading, i mean reading that makes you questioning every word written….i always read the whole without and the second read lots of questions were already solved by reading the whole book
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I am watching the sun rise into a perfectly clear sky over Ft Worth … every color of the spectrum, all elusive, impossible to capture in a picture. But the golden glow of early morning in your home … the warmth that it conveys, that is captured perfectly. And even if the colors on your new cloth are not true to our eyes, I do very much like the feeling of it and look forward to seeing how it grows.
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sun here too. washing over everything, and has me questioning what color really is. I pulled the last of the sunflowers out. But zinnias still budding and blooming.
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hmmm… still looks like an opening inviting the way in one tiny stitch at a time
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i don’t know
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all of it. i need/want to do all of it. want to go INTO all of it
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and it will be so with this. you are right….
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i love what you are doing…traveling….nearing
home
i love that moment….
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am going to leave all the roots in the earth…not pull anything, but leave it.
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I came here tonight to catch up & am leaving…lightened & deepened & thinking…thinking about the “we” & “others” living in the same place- and how much I didn’t, & still don’t, know. I will think more & try to pull the thoughts together.
& the colors of this cloth, whatever “true” is, what is here is beautiful.
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i leave most, but the big sunflower roots get some sort of fungus here and cause issues with other plantings the following year. some old farmer explained that to me . it is the dampness here. he died. he was so much help.
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For all that we loved our travels, there is no place like home
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the “old farmers” know. they died. we are now becoming the old farmers.
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whatever true is
that’s the thing
and it changes with the time of Day
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((((((*))))))
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