a day. like happens lately, a couple times a week? When i just drift…cannot find focus, but somehow it feels like it's supposed to be that way, or, at least it's ok that it's that way? and suddenly i remembered that land in Northern New Mex. Cuba. Jemez Mountains. I couldn't remember when i'd last thought about it. and then realized i had zero sense of when i last paid the taxes. eee. So i went to that FireProof Black Bag in that back room where papers are kept, and drawings of the kids, some spoons. titles of vehicles and trailers. And opening it brought back the memory of being tired of keeping stuff and just throwing a lot of it away. I looked and looked and found one piece from Sandoval County Treasurer with a phone # with the tax ID #. and called. I am not in arrears. ????
but also in that bag, it's big, i thought what's this??? a loosleaf notebook of those soft flexible but strong covers , black of course, and except for these first 3 pages are many blank pages and at the end, many clear page savers. Empty. So these three. What was i thinking? When i put it together? and more, what was i thinking when i put it in that FireProof Bag that is the first FOR SURE loaded for Evac. ? . ? .
Why are those two Cloths there?
tomorrow i'll take them out of the page savers and look awhile. See what comes. But finding them there today, i was swept up by just love of cloth. How cloth is almost closest to ummmm, another Person. cloth as a Being. loose, like in those bags i talked about yesterday, or like here….cloth with cloth . still snap shots of , of family. odd thoughts and i want to take time to be with it all. And then…the page of words and that over and over Eye. also family. graphite. the sister graphite, who i Love.
and then, really, the notebook its self, the blank pages, the page savers. Them too. Family.
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