from the middle of the night. no context upon waking.
how FIERCE she is for Life! What?, third day in transplant pot, already….NEW ! She begins again, wasting No Time…I take this deep into my Self…Waste no time
the second lesson. I had not stitched down the Crow. maybe wanting to indulge in my misery as Don Juan would have suggested to Castaneda
but i remembered a Moment, many years ago when i was wanting my friend Joyce Tinkham to teach me beading. One of the first things. Take such care to not spill your beads. We were working with micro seed size…tiny….and maybe i felt reckless to her?, but she told me. She had been taught by her Tlingit grandmother. and her first teaching for Joyce was….take great care to not spill your beads. if you do, Every Single Tiny Bead MUST be found. MUST BE. no matter how long and arduous the search. If one single tiny bead was not found, the Bead People would never give Beauty to your designs.
i had not stitched the Crow down. Just left loose …. part of the tail feathers went missing….because i was having Feelings? I stitched down today and Cloth Making has taken me in again. Cloth is patient. Cloth waits.
* John Lewis. as if Family. a brother?, we will Call the Grapefruit Tree John Lewis. Even tho i feel her as female, John Lewis is her name. She WILL grow. There WILL be fruit.
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