the rocks and log are in place and now stones. she has one in her left hand. the first.
with this, i begin to be able to see what else will appear. it's good.
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GAAAAHHHH!! Had a whole long comment written and my mouse ran away with it (slid and somehow clicked back a page).
Something about thanksgiving and sacrifice, and wind and wind-tossed houses, and teens and preteens giggling and not. I will try to reconstruct it and put it here later. It’s being elusive at the moment. (::sigh:: tv went from soccer to true crime.)LikeLike
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how a tree might be a path … and a path might be a stream …
I love how cloth and lines can shape-shiftLikeLike
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To my eyes, this cloth is ritual, is an honoring and I’ve often felt that heart pull from your cloths, reverence for the land, for what it gives, for what you receive.
She is in her natural state, unadorned, down on the ground, her rocks and logs surround her, her stones in her hand, holding, possibly using them to build an altar, a shelter? The tree is guardian, the swirl of cloth, the adornment of cloth, coming together to signify this place in time. She with her stones,finding her place right where she is;alive with intention and because of my way of looking at this cloth, this cloth becomes a living tribute of place and time and intention…LikeLike
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Grace it is very good ..
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being able to see is good.
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love the energy of this …..
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the gist of the comment I lost last night:
She is preparing slowly, thoughtfully, an altar with those stones. For thanksgiving and/or sacrifice.
Someone else mentioned that the white rectangle with the violet triangle looks like a sideways house. I agree. House/home is very symbolic… often of self and/or comfort, safety. Trees are life and knowledge.
Last night I noticed the spiral in the other rectangle. For me this is the wind which has tossed the house on it’s side.
In that wind, above the spiral, are girls. The first is most easily seen in the photo small, as it is above. She is young (7 or 8) head in hands, elbows resting on a log(?) in front of her, staring dreamily. Up close in the larger version, she disappeared, or perhaps found a friend, because there are two smiling, giggling girls, looking down at the spiral wind.
The fourth girl comes and goes. She’s a bit older (12?) She is leaning on something not clear–maybe a tree, but not your big tree. She is neither smiling nor frowning and seems contemplative. She is facing away from the wind.
Today, I also see an old woman in the house (behind the folded terra cotta scrap), and LOL, lots of cats in the attic with an eye.LikeLike
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cloth and line is Magic
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yes…to Intention. To commitment to Intention. For self and for the All.
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Tina…Love Love
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yes. always looking, but being able to
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there is much energy wanting image
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i wrote a long response to your words here and it never
“took”….interesting
but what i love most in your vision is the multiple feminine in it’s beginning and in its blooming on into the old
those fragments, that presented, to be here, are to me
The Dream
the Dream that i must NOT loose sight of, must honor day into day
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