the Altar. Every Thing there. Down to each twig of salt cedar. Becoming aware how memories feel….well tactile. In the cloth world we might say…components. physical somehow. part of the body. a new sense of what i am "made of" that i want to learn more about.
What a great title today Grace…’cleaning Memory’. I think of our mental memories, not our tactile ones (but those we need dusting too don’t they?) A necessary task, for what are our memories if not dusted off and visited once and a while? What a re our memories if not cherished and honored? xo
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