One of the Grass Persons. One of Three of the fiber figures i kept. The Grass Persons were the only ones that were repeated. All the other figures were one of a kind. the Archtypal Energies would repeat, but they were all individual. The Grass Persons were a clan. So similar, they were Same. Because of their huge importance to me. Their huge Constancy and…i think now, in light of Patricia's word, their Steadfastness. Without clump grass the earth would constantly rearrange and not be able to develop ecosystems that HOLD life. Grass. Not grass as planted in lawns, but Wild grasses. Native Grasses.
I love her seed face. I love how one hand gives and one hand receives. That balance of Giving and Receiving being at the crux of it all. There is no measuring. There is no asking. There is no angst. As in the words of Annie Dillard, "receiving the given with a fierce and pointed will".
same view as yesterday, but More.
Out at the Raft
the One who was different things to different people, made of Herself a cradle for the snow
and the Mirror on the Ghost Chair reflected back to Sun
Tay carried her Circle Stick everywhere with her today.
Moisture. which is …. Life. Came. and we looked and saw it and we labored amidst it, me and the Goats. Mid day it began to just go. Just Go into the earth. But now, as i write this, more is drifting silently down. Water. Water in the form of Snow. Everything here depends on Water in the form of Snow. Forms. Depending. Laboring amidst.
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