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i went Back.  Looking for the beginning.  Finding it in late summer, 2011.   I've written that down because i'm not good at timelines.  

I found Spirit Cloth in September, 2009.  Wouldn't you know,  here it is September, 2016.  Seven years.  Although i don't retain dates,  i am reliable about an internal repetition of seasons.  Cycles.

This Diaries Cloth.   Had been following all the online work with Jude…Jude Hill and this Diaries Cloth,  i wanted there to be space.  Other than that,  there was no order or preconceived thought.  Things appeared as it went along.  It's when i began to understand Just Going.

 

 

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i put this here because it was amidst these pics in Picasa.  Not one of these Goats,  but one at an event the daughter and i went to in East Mountain.   She still was here in N Mex,  still had the Goats with her.  I loved the eye and a Goat eye went on the cloth. 

 

 

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things moved and changed and settled and the online workshops continued and i continued,  the Diaries rested.

 

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i saw in this orange cloth a shape of a figure kneeling in meditation.   This was still during the time of working to put myself back together after the death of that person i was married to.  This Place in the Cloth was about Taking Refuge,  about going back again to seeking refuge in the buddhist teachings.

 

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so i come through the Gate and arrive here.  I look at the figure that has faded so,  and with pencil,  mark her.  And i look how the  "frame of things" around her is cut….broken.  An opening there for things In and things Out.  So this now.  ok.

and just as a reminder to self…the Archives for this blog go back and begin in April of 2010.  Before that was a short time with Blog Spot…from February, 2010…in the transition to typepad,  those months were lost.  They were important months,  the beginning with Cloth Making,  the beginning with becoming a student of Jude's.  So something to remember,  take note of.  Stuff can be lost.

 

 

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17 responses to “going back to look, but, seeing where i AM”

  1. Mo Crow Avatar

    good to see the movement of this work through time and stitch

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  2. Els Avatar

    Oh my Grace !!! These B I G cloths !
    So daring I must say !
    (I was glad to finish something small again !!!)
    (there is something big lying rolled up somewhere,
    I dare not unroll it ….)

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  3. grace Avatar

    way back in our Spirit Cloth days, Els….
    DO go find your big rolled up cloth!!!!!!!

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  4. grace Avatar

    movement through time….yes….to just right Here, this
    moment….

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  5. Tina Avatar
    Tina

    Thank you for taking me back to the beginning of this journey…memories galore.

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  6. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    Grace…do you have this link? This was the old Windthread and it’s still on my list of blogs…
    http://windthread.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-comparing-quality-of-photograph.html

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  7. kathy dorfer Avatar
    kathy dorfer

    my big cloth is beginning to move again .moons & stars & and sun with jude again are getting my ideas rolling .
    xxoo

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  8. saskia Avatar

    how the colours have faded; indeed a big cloth, i have stepped away from a large piece, just can’t make it happen for me; it’s great to see part of this particular journey in one post

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  9. Joy Avatar
    Joy

    I am really enjoying your work, what you write, your thoughts. I like your photos of your land around your home, the sewing work on the walls and the baskets underneath. I really like those baskets, the ones with the handles. I like how you live in your surroundings. I was just reading about you and the cowboy were dealing with death, how death was what you were ‘doing’ at that time. I am thinking you live in NM? I’m not sure. The land looks like NM. I fell in love with NM when I was 14, it looked so different, so not like the USA. It was like having Mexico in the United States. I loved the Sange de Cristo mountains, the cool evening air in the summer. The sticks people poked in the ground to make a fence around their homes. When I was growing up, we had two nanny goats for pets. Again, I’m enjoying your work and how it comes together.

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  10. grace Avatar

    it’s so long and really seems even longer…like a kind of
    forever in its way

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  11. grace Avatar

    no…will spend some time looking….YOU ARE BRILLIANT!

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  12. grace Avatar

    is it on your blog????????????????? i hope????????????

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  13. grace Avatar

    i probably won’t ever do it again…this will be Enough…
    for one small woman in one small home

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  14. grace Avatar

    i love all your words here…thank you so much for them, now
    i know you. Yes. It’s New Mex. Where my heart of hearts will
    always be…there is no where like it on the Planet. the sticks
    yes…coyote fencing…made from scavenged salt cedar that is incredibly tough wood. Those fences last forever and are woven
    together with bailing wire. I have a pile in the Way Back that i salvaged from our dump. Will take them to the New Place.
    Did you ever breed them and milk?
    It will be one year next week that the Old Cowboy died. Am
    thinking a lot about that in these days.
    They sell those baskets at our Farmer’s Market in Socorro as
    fund raisers. someone travels to Africa to pick them up. They give great happiness.

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  15. Cindy from Georgia Avatar
    Cindy from Georgia

    I hardly remember how I found your blog, Grace, but I do remember reading the earlier blogspot. I laughed and laughed, amazed at how you could tell a story. I still enjoy reading. Life changes, but keep writing. 🙂 love, Cindy

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  16. Joy Avatar
    Joy

    Hello Grace,
    The goats we had were just pets, no milking or breeding. One was a female black Nubian who we named ‘Night’, the other a lighter one, more like yours, we called her ‘Day’.They would follow me and my brothers into the woods where we played.
    When I said I fell in love with NM at age 14, that has now been 48 years ago! I returned there once, in the early 1970’s. My Aunt and Uncle had a traditional adobe home, with vigas, an adobe fireplace in the corner, and narrow irrigation trenches around their home. I loved it… it was so unique. I miss NM, someday I will return.

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  17. grace Avatar

    it’s been a long time, hasn’t it.
    I think i’ve become more serious…but then too, that in a
    way, is more my self.
    i wonder if this is true? I’ll think about it.
    Love to you….

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