windthread

this doesn't make much sense.  But this is a journal.  it doesn't have to.  I just need it here.  today.  as a kind of  Witness  of about how the Thread runs true even when we don't notice for a long time.   it runs through and pulses quietly waiting till we catch up.

the wall across from me as i sit at this Morning (All Purpose) table,  where i read and write things,  eat,  work,  play with Emrie,  is divided by the bathroom door.  On the left there is the large piece of walnut Cloth where things get pinned,  for Looking.  On the right is the Green Tara in her glass frame.   I either look At them or just in their direction every day.  All the time i am in here, not OutSide.   For a while the Green Tara has been just a little crooked because the pushpin she hangs on is loose,  needing to be repositioned but i just kept thinking that because that wall also needs to be washed.   I just notice these things over and over.  For whatever reason,  i got up from my sitting place today and DID those things.   Fixed.   Sitting back down i looked again, as always,  and suddenly realized how much the Cloth on the large Walnut Cloth,  the last Cloth i sewed,  that is to me,  a Spirit House,  how much it resembles Green Tara,  the colors,  the positioning of colors,  the whole "spirit" of it…..the sense of Love they both hold…the sense of  Extending Out….to me…asking me.   Without even really formulating the question at all,  i was given an Answer.   Again.  Over and Over.   Cloth tells Story.   I am so grateful for that.  I can count on that.  A forever thing.