so i did. I stitched. And didn't look again at the booklet until evening came and Alyssia and the kids had come and gone, batteries switched and new ice in the fridge, the Goats fed and Talkie, exercised her Agency and refused to go to the safe place. Instead making a B line up and to her branch.
I took out the booklet. Looked at the images from this morning and yes, they CAN go in, formally. I will cut them off the printer paper and glue to 2 pages, spreading across both, opening out.
The contrast between Cloth and Collage. Maybe these words/thoughts are true, maybe not…time will tell, but today after some days of no Cloth, i felt great comfort in the familiarity of the stitching down. Me and me. And i felt the difference of the Collage work….it Animates and gives form to a me i haven't known before. Not in Cloth or Drawing. That me, it feels, has been quietly waiting, and now can communicate with me. That me and i sat with the Soul above. The 3 of us. We exchanged , the three of us, tho no words were spoken.
I had left the Cloth on the Everything Table. Usually when they're on their way i clear it. But this was just an efficient drop off so i left it. Emrie climbed up on the chair and knelt, looking. " What is this" she asked. i said a Cloth. Sewing. I'm sewing it. "but what is it" she said…..that whole sentence, perfectly. but what is it? I said…it's Evolution and she smiled and said Oh. Evolution. and asked for a Ritz cracker. It's time to start sewing in her presence. It's also time to begin letting her Collage.
Cloth Making. Collage. Perfect Sisters. They compliment and take me with them.
and i found her. Probably the most Important, the most PRECIOUS image i have. Tree Woman. Carried along over maybe almost 40 years.
and the me that makes the bed, makes the bed. it's a lot of work, making the bed. The pink/peach wool blanket seems especially heavy tonight. But the bed is made. I will sit here a little more and then go lie down. The Others will wait for me, in the morning.
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