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along with a flyswatter,  a penny, 2 buttons a couple books and a large envelope,  this small tangle of threads has been on the wood chest that serves as the table for the morning chair.  I have looked at it for days,  i don't know how many.  several.  have noticed how under the lamplight before dawn,  the threads have a sheen,  a glow.   This morning i watched it glow and picked it up and placed it here.  Could not really see it in the dark but when morning light came,  yes.  This is it.  This is the Dream.

 

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it's stitched down.   

Crows feet need to wait until the right moment when i can truly feel them.  

 

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a feather from heaven for Yvette

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7 responses to “to see …… new”

  1. Liz Avatar

    It is a wonder … how a tangle of threads can have such presence!

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  2. Stephanie Avatar
    Stephanie

    This is just right . . . the threads being pulled by the crow, the colors along the left edge, I love this. Pulling it all into focus. Allowing it to reveal itself and not “forcing” it. And Yvette’s feather truly is heavenly.

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  3. .cynthia Avatar
    .cynthia

    reading here…reading the post by julie at Threading the Dog..this poem kept running through my head..
    Swallowed Keys
    We locked up our wisdom into our bones
    And swallowed the keys
    They sank into our rivers of blood
    And we forgot the maps
    Because we had to forget the mysteries
    To keep them safe.
    We wove our hair into brooms
    And swept over our paths
    And then burned the earth with our rage
    We didn’t teach our children
    It was the only way to protect them,
    we thought
    But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys
    And told them stories and riddles and songs
    With no roots, just tangled threads
    That would take years to unwind
    Just enough time
    For the rains to fall again
    And put out the fires
    For the dams to break
    For the rivers to flood
    For the paths to be walked again
    For the soil to breathe
    And as the old bones crumble
    Deep beneath the rubble
    We find we’ve always had the keys
    Our stories and our maps
    Our paths are revealed to some
    And the seeds grow again
    The threads are unspun
    And woven again.
    ~ Amara Bronwin Hollow Bones – excerpt from We’Moon 2012

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  4. Mo Crow Avatar

    beak & claw Aaaaarrrrkkk..kkk…kkkkk!

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  5. summertimes Avatar

    still my favorite..

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  6. yvette Avatar

    Does he make clear?
    A message from farfar away

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