this is the one i put here the other day, knowing Jude would be talking about scraps. So, i just put some here. Not chosen, really, just off the top of the little scrap basket at the table altar. They had no particular meaning. In this context.
This morning. I can't remember when this thinking began, years ago, but it's about the "reality" that the Whole of Everything, and we can call this Whole….Gaia, is constantly engaged in a continual Whole act of creating. By whole, this would include everything, all life forms, all of everything they create from and with. Everything…the microbes and the energetic systems they are made with and of, all beings and things, animals, plant people, the atmosphere and extending into space. And we do this Together as one being , in a neverending vast and glorious flow of energy. I used to think about this a lot and then not so much because it was too much. And the desert makes things simple.
I realize i've never really thought about the ACT of cloth making much. You just look at what you have in the baskets. One piece catches your attention and it begins. You set it down on the table and begin putting other pieces with it. Take them off, put them back, turn them, and your mind begins to make a picture. A lot of times, maybe all the time, for me the picture is about a feeling or a momentary experience. I never know ahead. It takes form as it goes.
Things are so different here in California. Everything is different. It feels "deeper, more complex". Maybe an example of Crows: in New Mex I could hear a Crow coming and run out. There would be ground i ran on. Then extending to plain horizontal striations of kinds of earth to a very clear RIM. Sky began. There would be the figure, standing in that scene, calling back. The crow overhead. Here, i run out and turn and turn to locate the direction then scan through a thick forest. Looking out, the earth is full of plant people of so many kinds, there is sky but only in one direction…and i have to run through the forest to get there….is there RIM and that Rim is made of far distant tree tops.
But also, then, if i sit in this forest, a clearing in the forest, it feels so FULL of so MUCH.
So the scrap pieces, the small torn fragments are ways for me to depict what i sense to be the energetic beings of this place. How they might appear if they were cloth. Some scraps have remained constant, the desert to this Hill. This black and white. Toad Egg pattern, by Toad Egg, the mystical event of life forming.
OK. this is too much. This cloth beginning is on the design curtain. I'll change it. Take away and add. Maybe i'll be able to know more words about "process"
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