one of the very first Cloths. Woven strips of stained muslin.
it's hard to tell here. It's the clothes line Out Back in the old home in Polvadera. In the Desert. There were a couple more things, scraps/fragments hanging on the line, but i remember vaguely wanting them for some other Cloth as time went on so they were taken. I wish i'd left them. Maybe there's a pic somewhere in the Archives. I'll go look. or not.
Components. a word for Important Things. The components here are just just enough. Sky. Earth. Energy thereof. Plant People, the doing of the human, the Moon. and First Bird. Who was a meadowlark. Every morning. EVERY morning, in the still darkness, but just before coming light, First Bird would sit Out There, either on the clothes line or in the single Russian Olive tree. Was invisible in the dark. But so much there. Always.
This cloth was made out of Love for that Bird, for the Place of that Clothes Line, for the fragments of cloth. For Jude teaching that time can be captured and held in old scraps of cloth. Could become as alive as a Bird.
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