i woke this morning to an email from Patricia because she couldn't comment through typepad last night. (and i couldn't either. it's how it is someTimes) but what she said is important. Of All of Us, including me, Patricia is the best Looker. She double clicks and scans and looks Close. She notices. She takes Time.
she said:
"just spent time hanging out here..in these wonderful rooms full of amazing things. remembering the first time i saw this book…sabine's notebook…how absolutely amazed i was…how i kept wondering "what IS this?" so thrilled with it.
and now…i wonder about the suitcase on the chair and think perhaps it's storage? and the fly swatter…a training tool? and it goes on and on…the things that are woven into your life. the hole in the indigo and the shirt on the chair. the weaving on the wall over the couch…where he slept…what did it catch? I'm so enamored with Alyssia yet find self wanting to know more about him. and thinking that 2 days w/o using…how addicted could be be?
just all these things…noticing. and holding you in my heart as we go through our days."
Patricia Spangler followingthread.wordpress.com
and she slowed me. slowed me sloooowed me. I went back to this pic and looked through her eyes at what i live with. Through her eyes and her Asking. I LOVE her Asking.
i think about slow. think about Asking. How i might go slower and Ask more. Not just GO. but be in the place of just going.
Sabine's notebook…Why DID i pull it from the shelf?, hand it to Alyssia? We never got to it, but what might i have been thinking? I think i was wanting her to see something of someone who has a mind beyond and beyond the Usual….as her's is, and as sometimes she has concerns about. Sabine's Notebook remains for me after all these years, just a Mystery. a Mystery. Some things are.
the suitcase on the chair is Jeff's. It's stuff he brought here that had meaning to him, that he was worried might be lost where he was keeping them. Such a strange collection of stuff inside. And added to it things he found at the Old Cowboy's the day he was there with Alyssia and i. What he chose to add to his Own Stuff. things like Cuff Links, a trout belt buckle. Keys and some watches.
the hole in the indigo, taken to be a Moon but then the cloth with a hole, what it can become
the weaving on the Wall…Tay's Weaving… What DID it catch? They All slept under it…Jeff, Ashley, the baby, Alyssia. What is Caught in it and i realize that i need to do some work with this Catcher that Tay made, that i Want to.
the shirt on the chair….Fate's onesie with a monkey that got left behind
and two days. Now it is going on six. Things are not good but he is staying sober so he can watch out for the baby. This is a question i asked myself, and shared with Alyssia as i talk still constantly from California.
Morning….this clasp thing, this catcher thing from Old Cowboy's
going to Feed….passing the ROCKS…seeing how i need to learn this camera'
truck with Grass Hay, covered by tarp last night because of maybe Rain, but tarp blew sideways which was ok cause there wasn't rain
unloaded and stacked.
Beginning of Winter Camp, 2015
first fire.
windthread 
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