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Jenny,  daughter:   She ordered a mother's children's Art     Called to tell me this.

Etsy is waiving all seller fees for Ukraine citizens:  listing, advertising and transaction fees.

1.  Search "digital files" on Etsy.com

2. Click the "all filters" button and scroll down to "country".

3. Under "Custom"  enter Ukraine. " The results will include all digital files created and sold by Ukraine based Etsy sellers.  Once you purchase an item,  the file will immediately become available for download.  The transaction allows Ukranian sellers to earn money without having to produce anything new during this tough time."

this is an example.   Of the possibility of this time,   this    TIME,    a time of shift,   when we begin to be able to understand all that is at our

fingertips.   People.   Human beings.   So much.   at our fingertips.   The world has become  different.  The Planet is a planet of neighbors.   All kinds.   We choose.   

 

 

there was a storm.    Thunder.   a lot.   we were Alert.   and then some Rain.  Not a lot at all but enough that the scent was in the air.   Then,  peace.   Quiet.   Stillness and Sun came through to create this world that was only for moments and then disappeared.  

NPR  Morning Edition 3/3   Art and Music Therapy seem to help with brain disorders  Scientists want to know why.  It's a 6:53 listen.   

Creative Forces an arts therapy initiative sponsored by National Endowment for the Arts.   How the arts are increasingly being used to treat brain conditions including PTSD,  depression,  Parkinson's and  Alzheimer's.   Neuro Arts Blueprint,  a partnership between John Hopkins  Internet Arts + Mind Lab Center for applied Neuro aesthetics and the Aspen Institute's Health  Medicine and  Society Program.   It goes on.   About studies on how the arts activate multiple parts of the brain.

Renee Fleming,  an American Soprano,  performed while inside a MRI Scanner.   Singing,  imagining singing,  speaking.  The largest effect was seen in

Imagining singing.

Imagining singing.   This clicked.   With this thing i do,  a LOT,  which many of us do….we look at stuff.   When i look at the stuff above,  i remember Making.  I see new possibility.   I imagine.        This is important.  They are wanting to make a new category:  Brain Scientists and Art Therapists.   Neuroarts.

And then.   From the beginning of humanity,  homo sapiens have drawn pictures,  utterances became language and song,  materials were pieced together,  formed  woven  sewn  drums and rattles flutes  stringed things.  Fire and Seed.  This was our Evolution.  All of Us.  the whole planet of Us.   How we Evolved.   I might not understand,  but i think that species,  plant, bird, animal, reptile, insect Evolve and refine in that Evolving because it is advantageous.  What is not,  is shed along the way.  The things that we are,  over and over have given the abilities to conceptualize and then actualize,  create,  means to give life to these attributes.

here's where i drift

That thing that Elizabeth Gilbert and i  feel as an Intelligence of the Universe,  that WANTS TO COMMUNICATE WITH US…at this juncture,   that  WAS,  Already  ….at the beginning of Us…and at this juncture,  is  seeking communication

What if enough of Us sense this and respond…as a continuation of our

Evolution.  the Evolution of our species.

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i have been doing someThing for quite a while now.   Thinking a Big Thought.   

I have been thinking a Big Thought for quite a while now.   OR   the Thought has presented  its Self ,  does present its Self for me to think.    I have no capability to give words  to It or the thinking OF It.    But i have been and am,  more and more preoccupied  to the extent that everything now appears to be a part of it.    Preoccupied.    And now….add a

WAR

why is this    WAR  seeming to be so different?    There have been Wars all along my life.    

this was a Town day.  i left late and came home late.   Switched over all the ice for the refrigerator,  brought in food,  mine, dog, cat.    Did  the Evening Routine that includes 3 green somethings for Nogal at his fence,  tonight, 3 green beans.   Was a grey day with RAIN forecast   tomorrow.   Some new information was given for the Big Thought this morning but i couldn't stay with it.  But i did,  long enough to realize clearly that how i THINK is by looking.  By rearranging things,  letting things trip off memories or senses or weave connections.   The things gathered above.   Together.   Singular but part of a Whole.   

so i am not making sense.   But that's going to have to be ok because it's how it all is right now.   I somehow have

Faith

that i will ,   uhhhh,   that i will……        ……..    uhh,  come to a new place.    Where i haven't ever been before.     And it will be the right place to be.

 

 

looking in the storage tubs at B,   this time for the black Czech beads.   There was  the spool of Fine copper wire.  My grandfather's.   And this faded image.   Nisargadatta Maharaj.   on the inside of a backing  for what was actually in the frame for years.    An Indian guru of nondualism,  belonging to the Inchagiri Sampradaya ,  a lineage of teachers from the Navnath Sampradaya and Lingayat Shaivism.   How i have wandered.  often mindlessly.

There was a woman,  a psychic.   Cathy Florida who lived just outside of Ann Arbor.    I had gone to her a couple times for a reading.    You arrived at her home and following phone  instructions ,   let yourself in,  to her screened in front porch.   CARE full y.  There were MANY parakeets,  loose,   in and out of their birdcages,  maybe 20?   Maybe 30?   a lot….just flitting about among a room FULL of Elephants.   All kinds of Elephants ,  large small,  ceramic,  painted,  carved.   And you waited there until she was ready for you and would come to bring you in.   She would take a small clipping of your hair and place it in her bible then ask you to bow your head while she prayed.   You then told her why you had come.   There was some silence and then she just told you things.  I think back.   Those things are as useful today as they were then.   30 something years.   Truth is truth.   She taught meditation classes and i took those.  Her Guru,  here.   Nisargadatta Maharaj   His book,  one of them,   Alyssia and i call the Blue Book.    I AM THAT.    She gave us the mantra.   So Ham.    So with the in breath,  Ham with the out.   

I  Am

all these years,  all the iterations,   even through all the Buddhist Teachings,    So Ham.    Breathe.   So Ham.    When i am afraid.  So Ham.   When i am needing to move fast,  like for evacuation,   So Ham.   When Alyssia was laboring with Julian's birth,  So Ham.  Plane Flights,  So Ham.   Animals being born,  Animals dying.  So Ham.    Has never failed me.   I quiet.   i breathe.   and even tho i still don't "know" the I Am,   i quiet and rest in the I AM.   Every day,  on waking and sleeping.   So Ham.   

i found the copper butterfly…with beads….on the floor in the bathroom.  Washed it.   Now What?   Back to the Grass Person?,  or did she have other intentions?

 

 

 

as if many things came together to be sure i might understand.   Where i 

am.

What all i've become.

it took close to forever to figure out how to get these two simple photographs here and in a recognizable form.   But i did.  Partly because of what i've become.     Back when i was making these "dolls",  i had a land line.   

This will be enough for now.    This Grass Person.    Beside two other particular ones,   a life size Being with Alyssia's mask face and a sweet  grass  braid for hair,   and a very small one seated,  with a  copper and clay tiny bird on it's head…..these Grass People were my most loved.   I kept making them.  Each different in their own way,  but all,   Grass People.   They took me into Spirit Cloth.   She had a copper and bead Butterfly.  it's lost,  somewhere here…probably on the floor.

all this leaves me grateful for the path my life has taken,  for where i have come to , Today.    

i have never,  in 12 years had so much trouble trying to put pics here.   I wanted 3 of Her.    it will not happen.   Not.    just this one.   and she is speaking.   i have to listen.    

my intention is to post pics of the remaining two Beings tomorrow and the next day and then just let all this rest.  

to be honest,   i didn't  read  those  two links that Marti found.    There's baggage  there.   Not belonging to the Beings,  but mine.

i keep wanting to say more,  but look at her and know that i need to be quiet.   Let the mind stop.   Things are different now.  Look at that.   ok.     

 

 

the light ,    not so good.    i'd put off going down to B.   I took 2 naps.   20 min each.  i  stared at things.   I messaged with Jenny.  i ate things.    and i put off going down to B where the storage tub is with 4 of the dolls,  the fiber figures,  the Beings,  the……..

so by this time,  the light wasn't so good.   But enough.    I have a lot of feelings about them.  More than i was willing to claim.   I think about making another,   for Alyssia.    What does that mean?    different things and one i thought….the faces were painted with oil paint.   Paynes Grey and  Mars Violet.  When i write those words,  Paynes Grey,  Mars Violet,  i can smell them,  the turpentine.   Then,  i had all of my so loved Friend Marge's old tubes of paint.   All bent and wrinkled.  I left them in New Mexico on the shelf.     Now,  i would need to buy NEW tubes.   But the smell is essential.     The bodies were made of silk noil.    also essential.    The eyes,  in the center,  the tiny black glass czech beads.  Essential.   Where are they?  Somewhere?

What does this FEEL like?   Why does it feel how it FEELS

When you make the faces,  the masks,   you hold the wet plaster gauze in your hand,   those strands of gauze,  the "hair",  draped over the fingers,    you stay still  for a long time,  until they begin to hold their form,   then wait longer,  then,    care FULL y ease them away from your skin.    Back then i would place them on the wood stove.   How could i  do that now?

 

i could say it was an Odd Day.   Which it was.   But Unexpected is a better word.    Jenny didn't feel well,  so didn't come.  I made banana bread which is out of character.   but then,  Alyssia called.   She was ready to go through the books i have there.  Did i have time?   Ok.   it was on the Video thing.    Took an unexpected….hours.  Her new book shelves.   in her Room.    Her house is now a group of Rooms,  with Jeff and his kids,  her and her kids.   All have spaces of their own and then there are the community areas.   She wanted the books out of the large community area (was living room).   So…the light portable bookshelves in her room.   Last night there were just those two books there in the Message pic she sent…the Volume l s of the Dalai Lama's  7.  Today we went through almost all the books that i brought from my life before Here.  One by one,  she picked them up and we looked.   Said things.   specifically about the books and then wandering off from that to so many other places.   She ruffled through them looking with me at all the things tucked in them…notes,  letters,  all manner of things and where those led to.  I don't want to spend time with this here.  But it took Hours.   Kids went in and out,  we took time away while i cooked rice.  Came back to more of it until they had all been looked at.  Handled.  Categorized.  Shelved.   

and somewhere in the late middle of it all,  she surprised me.   She said that she would like me to make one of the Art Dolls i used to make,   there was a magazine we were looking at that had an article,  she would like me to make one now,  with what has happened with all the cloth work since.  one that bridged Then and the  now of Cloth.

she doesn't ask these kinds of things.   

i have thought  now and then what the difference might be.   How they would be so much more now.   What that would feel like,  making this difference.  There's that,  but for her to ask this……….

A while ago,  maybe a year or two,  i got this roll of plaster cast tape.  It's what i made the mask faces of the "dolls" from.    Because she had mentioned making masks of our faces now…like i used to….i made them of her face for life sized figures when she was around the age of Emrie.    It's just been here.   

i said i didn't want to make more of them,  that i could not say why,  but i didn't.  She said she was asking me to make ONE.  For her.  Just One.   

Marti emailed this

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