the Very Young Vitex is making a Bloom
hollyhock and basil. I can Feel it. This year…my 70th, i can Feel the slide, the movement, how it is, the curve, the turning. i can Feel it. Like really Feel it. It is so WhatItIs, just WhatItIs, and round and turning and revolving and turning and round and turning, revolving, and going
mending the futon cover…denim. Mending. Maybe the first thing i have ever mended with the intention of USE, as in real use. Something that needs to hold its self. There are all kinds of things that can be imagined as Use. This is the only one i know for sure that is in That World…Use…..to
Hold.
to maintain against accident, at the cause of inadvertant occurance. to maintain integrity of Isness
i am trying to remember when i first stitched it….One of Jude's Things….when? don't know. but i did it because that was the prevailing energy of the moment and i did it, but also didn't have so much of a deep connection to it. Today, as i mend it, mend the weak places, i find connection. I find love, even.
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