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the Plumcot.  down at the big gate.

looked at this today.    When i went out for the  Boro book the other day,   this was there.   ????   Tbe only  Cloth.   I don't remember making it.  i just don't remember it.   The words are        Stand and  Face in the stick house of Imagination.   Where you can pray flowers where lizard watches as crow marks the passing of days  and the  Sunflowers spoke    No te rindas, grace

i don't remember   and look today and see a different liminal space.   How many ways can there be?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

yesterday,  at the Gathering at the  Well,   the concept of           liminal space      was given.      and i am     taken.    All day i looked for an  "illustration" that can stand for this perfect term,  that tho is familiar for years,   today,  is perfect for how it is right now.  It's a glass of water.  at night.   There will be more.

Liminal space.    a transitional or transformative  period between two  meaningful events or a physical space between two destinations 

from Latin   Limen ….threshold

spaces neither here nor there,  inbetween places we pass through from one area to another.   These spaces often invoke feelings of eeriness or discomfort  because they are not meant for staying but rather, passing through      empty parking  lots at night,  hallways,  stairwells.

The concept of  liminality is important in anthropology, psychology and architecture highlighting how physical space  can influence  human emotions and behaviors.

A space of  uncertainty and ambiguity ,   all landmarks are gone,  the future is undefined.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there are a lot of small neighborhood parks around town.   They saw this one and decided to check it out and right there at the gate,  a little  Free  Give Away Library.   

they took one,   will try to find a shingle and bring a book next time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jude taught us to make a robe.   Mine is in that back room.        I looked at the denim futon cover out there on the  Dragon 
Branch today….thought….What if?    found this little book out in the  Evac box in the vehicle….a loved book from those days….What if?,   there's enough,   for  a Noragi.    Why not?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

last night a storm.  INTENSE,  FIERCE  with Lightning and Thunder…everything trembled.   
This morning,   a soft serene glow,  probably  a  last burst of moss and lichen of this year…    

Earth loves its Self

 

 

 

i draw when there's an   urge.   when i want or need to show my Self something.   

that came about yesterday and i looked over to my left where all the above is deep within the basket on the bench next to me,  intermingled with  cards  and letters from people,  Deb L's dirty threads,  the two ziplocks of loved small scraps,  a jar of sewing needles and more.   I like it this way,  all together.   but when i thought to draw,   setting aside the drawing board,  hardbound drawing notebook,  2 calendars and the seed catalog  that rests on top the basket and then poking around to find what to draw On,   seemed a lot.   I thought…i'll do it in a minute.   
But then, never did.   That happens.  is not uncommon.   so.    i found this box,  the third of 3 i got for the kids and their art materials.   cleared off the table in front of me.   That last request of Metta…may you live with ease.     For drawing…drawing where mind, heart hand and eye come together

I'd like the drawing to become like the meditation is….just…..living.    Just life.   We'll see.