It's her second birth day today.   She has completed 2 years on this Earth in the circumstances to which she was born.  They say, some buddhist teachings,  and this is loosely put,  they say that at an appointed time,  the "soul" of  the deceased person  "scans" many possibilities and upon "seeing"  a particular copulating couple,  …

planting SunFlowers is an act of love,  watching them grow taller and taller fills us with love,  the BLOOM of the FACE of the SunFlower loves us back,  love love love,  repeat,  ad infinitum.   i love too this photograph,  hastily taken,  but forever will represent  the moment when i found this cloth in one…

  brought up a basket from the Stuff at Campsite B.  It's been a long time,  even for still being in New Mexico standards,  because here,  the 9 patch i DID MAKE.   I did make a nine patch and as i hold it today,  test it for strength of stitch,  it's a fine nine patch, …

it didn't appear as i thought it would,  but here.  Now.  As witness.  To document the times of Heart.  The colors of her photograph to my inbox so vibrant.   But this,  at least.  To document the Love.

. this is Marti's cloth and just from the screen on my laptop…not a good image of it's Beauty,  the depth of color.  But i wanted it here,  as Witness to what we are doing.  Doing with Cloth How Beauty FULL.  the taking apart,  the setting aside,  the piecing.  Together,  the work,  to find a…

six inch scissors.  These were hiding.   I climbed up into the raised bed and over the top to where the SunFlowers live.  The vines had traveled there.  And looking from the back and down,  found these.  Hidden.  They,  or one of them,  are delicious.  Crisp even in their size.  They come as a blessing from…

this is one of Emrie's favorite friends.  Their name is Purple. My grand children are mixed.  Biracial.  Half Black,   half  White.  Emrie,  my BeLov~ed Emrie is multiracial.  Half her mixed mother, half her father who is of  El Salvadoran people.  Emrie's mother,  my Alyssia,  has a spanish last name;  her marriage to her son Julian's…

kidding pens     that extend to the corridor.     i could tell this two ways. One,  a very young praying mantis,  on the T Post in the middle of all of this,  a T  post that needed to  be removed,  Alyssia saw it.  Called…gramma!,   and yes.  Here in the midst of all the…

working with thoughts about framing in Jude's post.   These fragments might be seen as framing.  I do this off and on….things along the central image.  But for me,  they are not framing,  or a border,  often,  they are actually the  Story,  the Narrative to an image in the center of the cloth that is a…

i need to be OutSide tonight….SomeThing says go sit Out Side.  ok.