had to leave early this morning…to the grocery store in town. Have to leave early enough so Tay is not in the parking lot beyond 75 degrees. Even tho i leave the windows almost all open for her….people have issues about dogs in vehicles. so there is tension involved with grocery shopping. Coming home. bringing things in. I'd left the cap off the pen and it
bled ink
into the words.
an unsightly splotch that i only noticed when i photographed the Asian Pear
as i was leaving, because it was such an ODD overcast day, the Madia was still OPEN. and even tho time was of the essence, i wanted to hold the moment with the camera….their Beauty, their exuberance, their Brilliance, to open and close, daily, a single bloom, opening and closing daily, over and over to CONSERVE for the well Being of their on going ness. And the grasses, all around, so dry and so so Beauty Full….i wanted to just stay there forever looking at this. Filling with this…the Madia, the grasses, the immense Knowing of this Earth and all her beings…i wanted to stay. Standing there. just stay.
and then, the splotch and how that felt.
I am going to let cloth rest for awhile. or…me and cloth rest for awhile. Cloth making has been at the center of my life for some years now. I think of cloth ALL the TIME. the center. A lot is involved here, but what is essential…as, of essence…to the need to rest it. i see Madia…it seems her "arms" are outstretched as if willing for an embrace.
It's August. the 77th August. the month that has always felt like ending of circle, cycle, beginning again. Ending/Beginning my interior calendar. the calendar of my body. the calendar of my Life.
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