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February 8, 2020

2 of the Table Bench baskets. One of Emrie's favorite things now is "Something's missing!". She will build a tower with blocks and say for instance have her helicopter and fire truck there, maybe her pink turtle, the egyptian cat, a stone. Stands looking…and says….Something's missing…..i might say….a butterfly? and hand her the butterfly? no, she says. I offer a few thoughts, but all are no and then she says….a star!….a star is missing. and i say We have no star and she pushes her hand down her leg and brings it up saying I HAVE ONE!, in my Pocket! and puts the invisible star from the invisible pocket on top of the tower and TA DA! it's all just Magic.

Today is a work day. But early, before Jenny would arrive i stood. Looking. and thought….Something's Missing…….what? And suddenly realized. Just like with the paper for the Collage, you need to finger through all the possibilities so The Ones can rise. There are four baskets here in this immediate space. More in the back room, but 4 here. Ready to Run if need be. and i poured 2 of them out.

moved them around with my hands…interesting things among…a few letters, the rolled maps of Chico/Oroville and Northern California (i'd lost them) the glass frame with my son's 1st grade school pic and Julian's ultrasound My first place blue ribbon from Socorro County Fair…Bread and Butter Pickles. ???

But, yes. It's how i knew to do that with the paper images. Go through and into them all. Touch them all. I've always done this with cloth. How did i forget?

because i need to sleep there tonight, they have all been piled loose on the Other Table Bench. In the morning i'll put them back and put the other two baskets , Free, with them. I'll know something, then.

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13 responses to “touch them”

Mo Crow

February 8, 2020

(((Grace))) what fun!

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jude

February 8, 2020

I have to admit sometimes i sleep in them, among them.

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grace Forrest

February 8, 2020

i just made the bed. There were scraps. Small ones. I just made the bed. With them, among them. It will all be evident in the morning.

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Tina

February 8, 2020

That’s a lot of eye candy 😍

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Acey

February 8, 2020

The whole collage challenge month I kept eyeing a gallon utility bucket that is jam-crammed packed FULL of my extra special most precious scraps. They have been there since I had a small flood in the studio bathroom and all I could think was SAVE THE GOOD SCRAPS!!!! Then you know life went on and everything stayed trapped in there – not even in a proper basket.
But then once I had to keep my eye on the paper-based ball – I became obsessed with visualizing what it would look and feel like to dump the whole thing out on top of the “good” cutting mats where I took a lot of the challenge related pics. I wanted everything to breathe.
So just a while before I came here tonight I was questioning myself about why I hadn’t done it yet. Realized I wanted to take everything into the house – specifically into the flower essence room. The longer we live here the more of my fabric scraps and yardage and threads and special beads I bring in there – just so those things can BE with all that co-creative energy. I feel the supplies absorb the vibrations. Love to sit on the floor and sort everything in various piles in a circle around me…

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February 8, 2020

Emrie , she’s family, cats a little star put it in your pocket save it for a rainy day !!!! ( a song from Perry Como )

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February 9, 2020

cath a …

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Marti

February 9, 2020

My dyed cloth stash is small, fits into one corner of a dresser drawer yet when taken out, the dyed and marked cloths cover my queen sized bed. They get taken out at least once a week because I like to touch, look, remember what gave me color and markings and I also like to talk to my cloths, while I wait for what wants to come to the forefront in terms of a cloth story,emerge. My paper collages are next to the dyed cloths and the feeling of harmony is so strong every time I open the drawer. Since stitching my curandera paper collage to cloth, I know that I am going to incorporate more of my paper collages into my cloth work for their conversation is so compatible since whether in cloth or paper, it all seems to be about the gifts of the land. At the end of the month, I will dig up my compost cloth that has been buried in a corner of the garden, blessed by rain, snow and wind.
Over the holidays my granddaughter asked to take my dyed cloths out to look at all of them on the bed. She chose some pieces and began to pin a cloth to take back to stitch to her home in CA. She knows a few basic stitches, taught herself to knit and crochet and was going to teach me to knit when she was here but we didn’t have time. She made me laugh when she said, “Grandma, I want to make a cloth like you do but I do have other interests, so it may take some time…” The joy in those words, the sitting on the bed with her amidst all of my dyed cloths, was a gift. She chose cloths that reminded her of the land here in New Mexico so the story continues, generation to generation.

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Liz A

February 9, 2020

this … the gift returns to the giver

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Liz A

February 9, 2020

It never ceases to amaze me how cloth that has fit itself into a basket expands when released from its confines …

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Tina

February 9, 2020

Your organization skills are to be admired. I’ve seen a picture of that drawer and also of your dying table. 😍 I can only dream ….

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Els

February 9, 2020

Ahhhhhh ….. STASH !
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Jacqui

February 9, 2020

I love the happy accidents when scraps fall and lie next to each other, beside, with no thought, intention, or plan. The colours, the possibilities.
And the life of compost! So much life within it and so much life it gives. I stop in wonderment that there is a whole world living there, waiting to give us life here.

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