Jenny and i saw this on last Saturday, walking back. SomeThing happened in the life time of this Manzanita. Maybe even a very long time ago. There is Repair. Self Repair. Yesterday when Emrie and i were Out, i remembered the phone camera. You can see her legs in the background. I like them together like this…as if her legs are rootlings from an old wounded branch.
every thing was stitched down on the Land of the Rough gods. I lay the softness of the pretty Cloth over it. Wrote words on paper. Rolled them and tied it. Put them at the feet of Crow For now. maybe i won't need it again, if i've learned. ? I wrote to self about how all that i see in the World, all the disturbance that creates such feeling in me is a mirror of disturbance in me. Once again. Go inward. And too….Cloth is a way to SEE. the making of it gives that gift. Who'd guessed ?….stitching scraps
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