late in the day. They might come this evening and it's dark so early, 5:17, so i quit stitching and doubled the canvas up, over the dowel. It works this way. Just half…the little Cloth, there, looking back at me. That's the Moringa in the pot. Brought her up from Wall Garden. Need to re-read about her Wintering Over. Though she might look small, she is exponentially More than when brought home. She survived that WIND.
Up from the dashboard. Back to window sill with Crow.
Love pots holding special things.
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Someday she will be a tree
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Oh!….maybe you meant Sarah Oh’s. Pinch pot? YES!…the little person, just called The Child…who has lived so many places8
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I so love pots, baskets, bowls. They are beautiful and special, and they hold beloved treasures.
I love them. I wonder, sometimes, how I would feel should I lose them. I guess I would be ok, but I would grieve. Mostly for the memories…
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Also, I love The Child.
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Grieve. maybe some for memories, but also, for just
WHAT they are…..how they Hold.
When i left, i thought of the things i was leaving. Over there, at campsite B, pots. Certain shapes. Colors. somehow so much speaking to Things that held so much. But i left them. I left my cast iron and copper pots with the walnut syrup. The juice of the Oak Galls. Just left them.
I left all the baskets in this travel trailer, full of scraps i’d kept, KEPT….. left them. Knowing that i would never have these things again. I’m old now. I would never have the time to find things again. or maybe never have the something to bring them into my life after leaving them.
this is so great and excellent and elegant to look at. How so BeautyFULL things are. Just so BEAUTYFULL. and occur kindof once in a life time. To Know them, See them, Love them
to know them to be ephemeral, but ….doesn’t that make them even more WONDER FULL? That they are so delicate?
to love it all and to see it as so what it IS.
i am just so lost in the understanding of what all this is meaningto me.
i took Sarah OH’s pinchpot because to me it is so beauty full first , but because she is YOUNG. She is NEXT. I wanted to carry her with me.
If we are Lucky, and have done our homework, we WILL be ok. But to grieve is also so much ok. It is Honoring
things that should be honored.
All very complicated
and i love you for opening me to saying these things
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My small bowl of beads is like that for me. I would take it.
When you packed to leave, you had me at underpants.
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Grace … I don’t think I’ve seen Sarah’s pot from this angle before. What incredible magic she worked with her fingers. And yes, most assuredly “she is NEXT”
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Holding story, our baskets, our pots; over the years with our many moves, I’ve left or lost some of my pots, some of my baskets but it doesn’t matter because I can remember what was in each one and it brings quiet joy.
Woke up to snow this morning, not a lot but enough to coat trees, cars, bushes, smattering on the ground, on the tops of my pots in my little outdoor dye station. Took photos because I am like a kid when it comes to the first snows, I have to record and maybe it’s because I never lived in snow until we moved to Leavenworth, WA and then lived through five months of non stop snow, enough for a lifetime…but that’s a story for another day.
While looking at my snow dusted pots, I suddenly remembered, I had left a cloth in the old aluminum cauldron…took lid off, no snow inside but the bundle was a bit frozen, took it inside and ran it under hot water and voila, the old grey blue sheet (too many holes to mend but didn’t want to discard so thought I could maybe dye with it) first plunking into tea and then bundling with bits of grapevine, rusty washers, steel wool, took it all in and what a fine gift for this first of December. Cloth speaks to me of mountain tops, whispers of Sandia Mountains that I can see from my driveway. So of course I had to take the cloth outside and hold it up to the sky, facing the Mountain but it is covered with that foggy, snowy mist that only lets an outline show through…doesn’t matter, I greeted the day and the mountain with this cloth, this first week of December and I look forward to the story that will come from it…
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am going to ask Alyssia…try again to be able to
put other people’s photographs here..like this one…
you who are holdouts about blogging…this is
an example of how it would be so good a thing….
Snow blessings
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i never had an opportunity to change them
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it’s such a small pot…pinch pot…hard to photograph.
when i saw it on Deb’s Artisan, i knew it was mine and
Asked and yes.
Sarah Oh is a dream come true for me, young, so gifted, committed to Art
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Hi! Containers. Containment. Content. Content.
Little type of prayer: Please help me to contain my things, my self.
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