windthread

even though this small image really bothers me,  i want it here because i like so much what happened today.   How these  two pieces caught my eye when i was lost in thought and brought to life a different version of this  story….how that can happen…just out of no where

• ADDENDUM
• this is Saturday morning.  Jude fixed it.    an Ask…..look at this Cloth of scrap.  go to sidebar here and look while
• listening to Mary Gauthier…MERCY NOW 

ADDENDUM # 2

it's Sunday early eve.   

i look more.   Look up at the Cloth that's pinned on the wall ahead of me,  over and across this small living space.  Look at its image here on this screen.   Am not ready to move away from it here,  on the screen.   Nothing with Typepad is resolved.  If i leave it i won't be able to post it like this again.   Not ready for that.    To be clear,  Jude came INto windthread and from inside,  was able to correct the size.   She might be able to help me learn to do that.   We'll see.  

today i woke thinking how it feels that …….clothmaking….is a Spirit.  An energetic Entity.   that we engage With.   i thought about how it had felt for the months that i just could not begin a Cloth.  How nothing was there for it.  and just day after day felt that blank.  ascribed it to the state of the world?   and then,  the day that i was able to find and place the initial 3 pieces together,  and then wait.   While waiting i had many thoughts about what this central Arch might be.   a place,  a space to take the Grief?  and then other things until its most recent message which came as a complete surprise.   i remembered a book.   from 40 years ago.  The Kin of Ata are Waiting For You.  i had not thought of that book in so long.  When i read it at that time,  1971 or 72,  i'm not sure what it meant to me,  a 30 year old just forming woman.  i remember that a lot of it made me uneasy.  i remembered one thing that i loved.   The people of Ata had a Place.   called Holka.   "the holka is to help us when we have gone very far from nagdeo the Good or when we are afraid we might.  There we go naked back into our mother"  ….the kin emerge from these meditations in the holka  "reborn" to begin again the struggle to attain the ideal….referencing:  Mothers and Masters in Contemporary Utopian and Dystopian Literature Mary E. Theis      The Kin of Ata are Waiting for You   Dorothy Bryant

and i am amazed at how strong that thread is that runs through our life,  through seemingly disparate experiences and phases,  changes in our Selves but the thread running strong and true to what seems to be what Caroline Myss calls our Contract

and i am grateful to the clothmakingSpirit for staying near and waiting until i was ready.