gifted yesterday from Valerianna and sourced by Mo today:
Ursula LeGuin from Dancing at the Edge of the World: thoughts on Words, Women, Places
"If it is a human thing to do, to put something you want, because it's useful, edible, or beautiful, into a bag, or a basket, or a bit of rolled bark or leaf, or a net woven of your own hair, or what have you, and then take it home with you, home being another, larger kind of pouch or bag, a container for people, and then later on you take it out and eat it or share it, or store it up for winter in a solider container or put it in the medicine bundle or the shrine or the museum, the holy place, the area that contains what is sacred, and then the next day you probably do much the same again….if to do that is human, if that's what it takes, then I am a human being after all. Fully, freely, gladly, for the first time……….."
so…the knapsack for holding joys. I looked today for the cloth for it, having in mind the skirt of the oh so softly worn denim "work dress" that just couldn't hold a patch tho i tried…but when i found it i saw that i actually CAN mend it. I saw it in a whole new light. So i continued to look and that led to weeding through the tons of recycled cloth on the big shelves in the bedroom and i bagged two entire large garbage bags to take back to the Thrift Shop from whence they came and found this
skirt from over 30 years with me that was gleaned from a thrift shop in Ann Arbor Michigan. It's rayon. Very large. would need a lot of altering to be able to wear it, need a lot of hemming. But really, Not wearing it is just as good. Just its beingness has been enough. And i'm thinking some of it might be just the thing.
it might be it. Will wait some days. Listen. Feel. Look.
I went back to Jude's Contemporary Boro 2 and the segment on bag making….travel bag. Yes. this is for the great journey. ok. Not that i would take it with me, but it would hold things. Things that could then be burned or buried, unless Alyssia might choose to keep it. but would for enough time, speak of all the joys.
and i looked at some thread that Deb Lacativa sent this week and thought, yes, maybe some strands of thread in that bag because these are nothing less than Joy.
and i spent some time picking up dog shit, as Tay is not at all modest and Chinche is too old to be anymore and in light of the above, it too seemed well…joyful. even.
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