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this is Marti's cloth and just from the screen on my laptop…not a good image of it's Beauty, the depth of color. But i wanted it here, as Witness to what we are doing. Doing with Cloth
How Beauty FULL. the taking apart, the setting aside, the piecing. Together, the work, to find a Way.
Marti…i carried all your words with me when i went down to give water. After that, i went further down to the creek that flows here, a small sister to the Rio Grande, i sat and then slid down the bank, INTO. I stood there, with your words and Heart. Water flowed. Past. Cool, softly moving. The Rio Grande has seen so much. Is so constricted from it's original meandering form….no more flood plains…constricted, but yet it feeds the Bosque. It's not the river. It's us. We are death. River flows. I am so beyond glad that you went…it is what i had hoped you might be able to do…to go to her.
you might have noticed in the past pics, the two dark marks just near the lavender piece. If not, you can go back and look. Today i accepted them as part of what this Cloth is asking. Two figures. A woman. A child.


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