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i live in two worlds

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six inch scissors.  These were hiding.   I climbed up into the raised bed and over the top to where the SunFlowers live.  The vines had traveled there.  And looking from the back and down,  found these.  Hidden.  They,  or one of them,  are delicious.  Crisp even in their size.  They come as a blessing from the Universe.

 


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so grateful that this Cloth came at this time.  It Holds me as i try to understand the world of yesterday's post., as i work to find the way to live within the dichotomy of the simultaneous realities.  If i could,  it would be this one I would give to Everyone.

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11 responses to “i live in two worlds”

  1. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    (((Grace))) you do!

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  2. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    For me, cloth had the opposite effect today: no comfort, deep overwhelming sadness, not able to continue. Usually when I put together one of my landscape collages, the cloth pieces form an image, tell me a story and I sort and pin and stitch and get it done pretty quickly. This cloth has been in the works for a long time, changed, shortened, lengthened, more dyed pieces added until I finally felt the story hold.
    This morning, I began to stitch on my cloth that I call Bosque for the wooded areas found on riverbanks. Here we have the mighty Rio Grande and cottonwood trees. i loved the making of the many cloth pieces marked and dyed with walnuts, grapevine bark, mesquite bark, leaves from chamisa, Chinese Pistache trees, tea leaves, rusty bits, all signifying the Rio Grande, its earthy riverbanks, the greenish golds of the cottonwood trees. I even had some folds in the cloth that echoed the movement of the water. Still it has taken me a long time to put needle and thread to this cloth and I wondered about that but I began the stitching because this is a continuing story of how I translate place into what I call my landscape collages.
    EXCEPT that after a few stitches, I found my hands stopping and it was as if my heart seized for a moment. Could not go on BECAUSE the river has become a place of peril, a place of death, a place that so many have tried to cross to reach sanctuary. The river is not at fault but I don’t know what I will do with this cloth. If I take it apart, the cloth pieces hold the memory of what I was trying to convey. I need to be able to work through this, see more clearly about how to turn it around, how to make the Bosque, a place of beauty but I don’t know how to do that now and maybe, the cloth pieces need to simply be put away for a long time…

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  3. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    (((Marti))) the power of the pen

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  4. Dana Avatar
    Dana

    Let the pieces rest, let the feelings surface completely and then you will know what to do.

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  5. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    All is well and I hope I didn’t bum anyone out but grace’s blog has always been a place where we can lay our concerns, speak and share our truths, deal with the front and the back.
    The Bosque cloth has been deconstructed, all pieces removed and put in a basket that I took with me to the river this morning because the Rio Grande is about 5 minutes from my home. Stood on the banks and looked quietly for a long time at the water, its flow, its brown color, how high it is the earthy look and feel of the riverbank because I put my hands in the riverbank dirt. The weather is cooler, in the 80’s and the light of the sky was and is riveting even now as a bank of clouds moves in to do the monsoon dance.
    Came back home and took every piece of gathered cloth out of the basket and laid it out on my bed. Quietly I began to piece a new cloth using some of the Bosque cloth. No swirling water flow cloth, put it away for another use, not really any suggestion of the river but more of the ground, of grounding oneself, of seeking the light, of creating steps of green, a pathway, climbing up from the ground toward a rectangular piece of frayed, fringed old damask cloth, one of the first pieces of cloth that dyed when we got here to new Mexico from the leaves of the Spanish broom bush that is in our backyard. Cloth spoke it’s name, “Into the Light” and it fits because after dwelling down in despair, the only way is up and toward the light…Climbing toward the light and I think I had to feel and experience the whole of this. cloth is many things, therapy, joy making, story telling, comfort bringer and sometimes is an answer to a question that needs to be asked but first, you have to feel the question…

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  6. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    (((Marti))) shine on!

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  7. Tina Avatar
    Tina

    Big hugs .. I have just so much admiration for the words I get to read here. Feelings put into words full of all the emotions coming from deep inside. I am blown away .. in awe.

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  8. Tina Avatar
    Tina

    Grace the colors and placement of the pieces are all wonderfully soft looking .. comforting. Big love to you Grace.

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  9. Laura R Avatar
    Laura R

    Wow. Me, too.

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  10. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    i think this shows the power of making. We do not Make
    from our own sense, rather, we Sense. We receive and
    through the receiving, we go.
    Yes. the cloth pieces hold the memory….they will WAIT
    as the river waits. as long as it takes.

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  11. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    oh…YES!!!! “an answerto a question that needs to be asked but first, you have to feel the question”…
    YES.
    Yes.
    and also
    say it out loud.

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