it's complex, this thought. Can be many things or nothing or whatever is thought about it by Anyone. All would be true, in their way. So, i just look at the thoughts. Consider them. For what they mean to me. Not a lot of point in putting too many of the considerings here because it might very well change in the next days, the thoughts about what is left of us, our individual selves, i think is nothing. A generation away, it is dissolved. But wait…then, there may be residue, loving or not that remains with the beings who follow , taken in and transmuted into their own lifetime days, becoming Their lives, how they live. ??? Maybe. Am thinking that those are things i can't know and so aren't of use to spend a lot of time entertaining . So, then, What?
and what i am seeing is
trees. Plant people. who so care fully carry forward their particular gifts to the planet. Can be "counted on". Runner roots, tubers, seed, pollen. Generation after generation, they Give.
so here my thoughts have settled today. My mark might be what i Plant tomorrow. The next day. The caring for it as it takes hold. To be there, for any being who might live here or pass through. The native plants, bushes and trees. "My" mark only in the planting. Theirs as they might continue. just thoughts.
This Cloth is not how cloths are "supposed to be". And i need it to be as is and not as it might be "supposed to be". It appeared this way from the beginning, from when i took the scraps from the baskets and put them together with no known imagining, how they "fell". But how they fell is perfect to me and then there was the surprise appearance of Cathy Bricker in a comment, who knew me from the Art Doll days, who knows my fiber figures, causing me to go back, remembering what they were, how they were.
her form is stitched only minimally, enough to create her "form"…body….and i won't stitch it down more. Needs to be exactly this way. Stitching down would take away the life. She is "secure" as this much….maybe how we all are, secured just enough?
Lots of thoughts. and i'm sick. Julian had a snotty nose all week but that's it…then the day before yesterday Emrie had a runny nose, but that's it, and out of the blue she realized how to play the harmonica and wanted to play her notes and then wanted me to play some and back and forth and it didn't occur to me, but she was so HAPPY that even if it would have, i probably would have played anyway and I woke this morning with aching sinuses, stuffed nose, scratchy throat. So am glad to have all the above thoughts to Hold me till it goes away. Next week there will be SUN. 0% chance of Rain.
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