i can't get the color right. Try. Try. Try NO. NO. NO. and this, near, but not at all right. I need you to see it. How it is. and i can't.
and i think, well, of course. It's my dream. it's a dream that i call mine, but it's not "mine", but a dream. Dreams do not belong to anyone. They pass through. Whoever needs them, they stop and linger, but then keep on going.
i had the day. so i went to those baskets to look for a cloth to be the GROUND of this image. "she" needed that because she was too close to the edge. She needed space. What i had in mind was one of the walnut or oak gall dye pieces, just shadows. But instead, out came those of form and color. many. and this one, not at all what i might have imagined, AT ALL, this one. It's going to be work. But it seems to be adamant. a Dream cloth. and i am sorry that i don't know who sent it. Could be Deb Lacativa but also could be Saskia. My cloths are in such a whirl, they have lost their notes. i can't sometimes know. and as i look right now, maybe Dana????????? OH!, maybe Dana!
Forgive me. Please.
But the sense of dream, which is also the sense of Karma. Karma seeming now to be an almost old fashioned concept, but
what if it isn't? OR Caroline Myss….Contracts, which ever you prefer. But that we come for a reason, an intention that we just go with, follow through, weave on and into, making more making more going
This cloth is very alive. and the lizard isn't even here yet
windthread 
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