windthread

in the beginning,  you look at the pile of scraps thinking…..this can never possibly work.  But then,  you keep going and it becomes the most beauty FULL Cloth in the world.   Like each of them is,  time and time again.   Trust.  There are 16 of them now.

this stone.   Sometime late 1960s.   Hurricane River which empties into Lake Superior,  Upper Peninsula Michigan.    Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore.   Where i learned the need to be Away,  but always Held.  Everywhere,  since then.   Where my Heart can rest.  in the hollowed bowl of this stone.  Today i give   It    water from the canal creek ,  in Northern California.

i live with this  Cloth now.   

i have loved Patty's touch with so much Art…over the years,   from when we "met" through Jude's early online classes.   Even then,  the same sense of this Cloth was present  when  i went back in her blog to 2011 .  Her recent work is so much like Tibetan Thangkas tho very much her own.   I can't believe my Luck.   This one lives Here.   BREATHES  just to my left at this Everything Table.  Thank you Patty for allowing this to happen.   The energy of this Cloth is very Active tho also so Still.   The timing is perfect in keeping with Acey's  Chakra journey.    Heart.  and this time on this Hill.  and this time in me.   How i love this Cloth.

Patty Musgrove    Listen To the Road   roadlistening.blogspot.com

Again.      the placement on the card means nothing other than i'm using it to remind self of the size i would like to work within.  Small.   She obviously isn't.   but not far off and maybe with a different face?…her face is a quick drawing on a post it note so could easily be different……….i love that she only needs three parts to be a self.   i loved too that the thread of the Thing near her wanted to be nearer  her.

i was reading something about Nomadland when the phone rang and answering the call i lost the article.  But they were referencing  the people who inhabited the movie.  "they who do are analogous to what biologists call an 'indicator species'  ~ sensitive organisms  with the capacity to signal much larger shifts in an ecosystem."   I'll see if the article shows up again tomorrow.  It's gone for tonight.     indicator species.

This is not easy,  but was what Presented.   I worked all morning to try to understand a way.  Got this far and left,  to go Give Water at the Gardens…..the image remaining in my mind.   A kind of pathway from somewhere To somewhere,   It is what it is.

Wiped Out.  Twice in a week.  Spirit and then Body.  The Body…yesterday i got  up…see how that felt…nothing changed for the better,  just a total sense of body engagement.  Back to sleep.   I slept through it other than to feed and check water.  i ate and drank nothing.    This morning is like a clean slate with an awareness of how life is so fragile, tenuous.   How i have here a Hill with two huge worlds  of garden  (not in size,  but Spirit}  and 9 very large ziplock bags of cloth.   Inside those loves are me,  the Goats,  Tay,  Talkie,  and Puppy.  Surrounding  this,  i have this place where those who read here are equally present.

Nothing has changed but my heightened sense of it all. 

to those of you anticipating "your turn",  it's ok.  it exactly what you might expect.  Exactly what they tell you to expect.  i  am so rarely sick…  

Today i ran my hands through the bags.  They gave  me these.  For my spirit.    We go.

all night,  restless,  body feels Dense,   Thick.   Waking this morning to lowgrade constant headache and body ache.  Not good.   Slept all day.   All day.  No food.  No appetite,  a kind of nausea but not nausea.    Looking forward to tomorrow.

i plugged in the christmas lights that i'd found by accident…a frivolous use of battery electricity,  but i wanted to.  Sometimes Marge and i did frivolous things.  …art supplies, mostly.     That  Moon.   Put on my boots and jacket and took the printout photograph of her and the Invocation Cloths and went out into it.   Over by the Janet Chair above B,  that little grassy meadow i spread the Cloths on the grass  and sat down with her picture.   Told her what what was on my mind,  my heart.  Then sat.  She likes the clothmaking.   We wished we could do some together now.  Maybe in some way we can.   More,  but it has no words, no language.   Gathered up the Cloths and walking back,  closer and closer i could see the twinkle lights,  not twinkling,  just little candles,  and thought….a Celebration.  

my most loved friend,  Marjorie Burke Price.  You will remember i have spoken of her before.  I don't remember what all i said.  But i searched for her photograph and couldn't find,  only this print out….but enough in a time of need.  And i don't know if i said these things.  She died the year i left Michigan.   But in that year she graduated with her masters degree in Fine Arts from U of M.   She took driving lessons,  got a first drivers license and bought a red mustang convertable.   If she could be here now.  Here,  on this Hill.     Thank you, Mo,  for your Leunig post.  Thank you so much,  you have no idea.

how this ties in i have no idea but it needs to be journaled.  I am trying again.  Circling back.  Alyssia and i devise Plans for The World.

Heart chakra.  Past the bridge,  looking back,  then…being there.  What grows and what do i nurture.  What do i trust  and what can i just set free.  

from one of the 9 BIG ziplock bags of scraps.    They move.   From the seat across the Everything Table at night to the wall of the bed every morning.   i just kind of fling them with enough care so they stack.  don't slide off.   But the one with the mens shirt with these flower motifs repeat….they are there.  Over and over.  days now.  saying   LOOK

So today…ok.   and ok.   It brings memory of one of the first…OR maybe THE   first cloths i made after finding Spirit Cloth.  Alyssia has it now.  

here,  now,    we'll see.