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a vague vague hint of red coming through

 

 a dip of muslin in the Walnut Vat…finally.   the blue at the bottom,   Inktense.   The small Cloths  keep calling.

 

 

a two page letter to Alyssia.   Handwritting.   I love very  much,  handwritting,  the envelope addressed and stamped.  

I light a candle for Florida.

 

the Google headline was:   Michelle sets her garden in stone.

 

so much in the present political scene in this country is just, well,  sad.  But there Are things that speak to what might be.  Here,  Michelle's 
Gate

she added concrete, stone and steel to the garden she created.  to make it harder for a future president to scrap her South Lawn Garden…like Regan tore out Jimmy Carter's solar panels.

this was SUN during the heat of the summer,  probably the most loved SUN i've ever stitched.  It was hot and overshadowed Everything,  even the cool of the Moon.

 

now it is Loving.  Gentle, warm, nurturing for this time that precedes  the cold.  

 

comes through the window and ripens the bloom pods.  They appear to be heavy because they are hanging downward.  i touched one with a fingertip and it's paper thin.  Weightless.

 

the long table had accumulated stuff.  I liked that,  but needed to see it again on the Wall

 

 

still arms,  still graphite, still maybe

 

i have given back some,  just a little, of what was taken by the Fade.  SUN, again,  here,  SUN having taken Sun.   How much to put back and how?, .

ADDENDUM

double click the last pic,  the eye.  Because i love cloth.  Because i love color.  Because i love the Magic of Cloth and Color,  no matter how it comes

 

 

 

so today i see which words became the KEY for me

"….arising and sustained by their own interplay."   not a  moment to another moment,  not an  experience to another  experience,  but….sustained.  Sustained by their own interplay.  

 

i can go back now to the Magic Diaries Cloth.  

This one is in the shop.

i wanted to say some things about that Paticca samuppada,  dependent co~arising,  how suddenly it has become so clear with the reading of Joanna Macy's World as Lover World as Self.  But it's also clear that it's going to take some time to try to put together my own personal sense of it that is so different and so perfect for me during this particular time.  So…i'll wait a while.  In the most bottom line though, she says: 

"For our daily pursuits and frame of mind,  what does it mean to be a living part of a living whole, like a cell in the body of Earth?  Such a question, when we pursue it, brings us back to ancestral wisdom.   This centerpiece of the Buddha's teaching  [Paticca samuppada] is not about a dimension of reality separate from our daily lives.  It refers to no absolute or eternal essence, but to the way things work,  how events happen and relate to eachother.  Perceiving all existence as a dynamic, self~sustaining web of relations…..patterns and circuits of contingency, arising and sustained by their own interplay."

 

these small cloth drawings.   In the first moment,  what is There,  is simply a single piece of linen or cotton with random markings created by random placement of plant material.  Just this.  but then, upon looking,  there is that interplay…the imagination,  the marks.  Suddenly a third thing arises…the 

awareness of being a part of a Whole,  for me…Magic…a part of something that just IS there but becomes interplay, and so, co~dependent arising. 

I should have taken a pic of the cloth above as it initially appeared from the basket…plain, really,  beauty FULL ly subtle,  but plain.   But simply by looking with a mind to Make,  the whole of what it is above became visual,  and so,  became a living example for me of dependent arising that brought that feeling of connectedness.  The fact that they are such simple cloths…just simple marks and lines….

 

and i LOVED in comment yesterday, Mo had not seen the mark at the top as a butterfly or moth until the antennae became more clear to her.  This is such a beauty Full example…before it was clear to her,  it wasn't there.  Then suddenly, it was.   ……the co~arising….  if she hadn't seen it still,  it would not BE THERE.   the arising is dependent.   I feel like this is going to be the Glow of all this next period of my life.   To attend,  with such Open ness.   Not knowing anything,  but being so present,  to be Ready for what can arise.

This one is in the shop.

 

 

on the back of the futon,  just to see if it is finished.  and it seemed to be.  but then…that black and white nine patch of Jude's……..

 

the conversation is about personal symbols and the black/white nine patch will forever be Jude to me,  but the black/white goes back as far as i do as a symbol of Magic for me.   And since my mind is moving through the understanding of Paticca  Samuppada,  dependent Co-arising,  …it's all connected, or….Magic,  

this.  the black and white.  

Travis and his friend Everett came today to take down the Giant Kochia forest outside the fence.  There is always a lot of easy conversation before, inbetween and after…so, the day.  But tomorrow i look forward to spending time with this thing of Paticca Samuppada,  Magic,  small Cloths that give image to this,  that tell the story,  that to me, right now,  is such an important story to tell

yesterday was the one year day from when the Old Cowboy died.   The day he opened his eyes and looked me square in the face and left me here while he went On.   and off and on i found self telling self that "it's Ok",  after a life time of responsibility and work,  i could really make good use of having a whole year, even,  to re~orient.   and i'm not sure at all where i am.  but the year is up.   ok.

 

first thing this morning i roasted chilis and peeled them.  the fragrance…………Only in New Mexico,  these chilis.  Really.  Only here.

 

and then i made coleslaw.

My son called me late last eve.  He's a Chef.  like, a real one.   He'd sent a link to

lifeandthyme.com   the migrant kitchen     Food in LA.   i watched the two episodes available a bunch of times.  I LOVE watching people cook whose deepest passion is Food.  It's better than sex.    Watching people cook.  How they use tweezers to oh  so CARE full y place a small sprig of something on the bowl of food.  Food.  And i was awash with thoughts and images about Growing.   Growing enough FOOD to feed a Family of whatever sort.  Enough FOOD.   Permaculture.  Keyhole Gardening.  FEEDing people. I  "asked" to please dream this.  Dream this growing and cooking and feeding.  I didn't.  But tonight, I'll ask again.  Who knows, maybe.

 

i think,  how like a cocoon these pods are.   The waiting for all the private and  internal things to transpire and at some point, suddenly…………….they are among us.  Kind of the opposite of the Old Cowboy,  who spun his cocoon and went off into it.  Maybe death is like a cocoon?????

 

in the midst of all the Magic Diaries work,  the thing of 

Magic

rising,

i needed to make a small cloth and it was about Magic,  how Magic is always available,  hovering,

to simply Call it

 

today,  the pods are a much more pale green.  Are they thinning?

 

this morning it was clear,  no hesitation,  she carries that symbol of Magic…those 7 black/white/black beads with the single small African blood bead,  that tassel,  over so many years the symbol of Magic,  magic being All that is Unknown and Unknowable but clearly "here".

Jude's SunMoonStars….Jude Hill   Spirit Cloth

I thought to day about how i Image SUN.   Rarely i found out,  is it something round,  is it actually a form of its self.  For so long,  Sun has been Colors and Light,  a lot of times,  Deb Lacativa's cloth,  the beauty full brilliance of her cloth.   And often there have been the "rays",  lines spiraling out, growing larger and larger,  taking in what all else there is.  

On this Magic Diaries Cloth,  i looked at how i had depicted Sun and for the most part it was Color,  which now has faded.  So i have an opportunity to re~Vision Sun.

 

in this "room",  there is the night sky on the left….the large and small white orbs being stars.  The right, the Moon,  with Wind scudding across.

and then, really, ALL  below is SUN…that Sun Bird of straight line threads,  the seed heads of the grasses and really,  the eye.  All to me are Sun.  Sun is Life.   For me,  everything is made of Sun…

maybe it's because i live in the desert…………

I was given this plant last year.  I kept saying,  Thank you,  but i really don't want it.  and she kept saying that i would like it a lot.  When i drove away from their house,  Plant was on the seat of the car.  All last winter i barely watered it.  Not necessarily on purpose,  but sort of.  I am not good with house plants.  As i type  those words,  i stop and think what i'm saying.  I am not good with house plants.  

A plant person is a plant person.  hmmm.

 

something is about to happen.  maybe a week ago i noticed two very small bumps on what appeared to be a stem…today…,  like short Okra.   So i have gone to look at them many times today.

 

Toad.  The piece of cloth this was part of rose up in a basket a week or so ago.  I studied it and saw this small image….Toad i thought but then let it go because it's very vaguely an image of a Toad but it has remained Toad.  So.  Toad. and with violet coloring,  like the Iris Tuber Forest where they live,  come and go from.  Where they winter over.  So, purple because of that.  And then…

 

arms.  What does her right hand do?  And if arms,  then,  feet.  With arms,  she is mortal.   They are of graphite,  pencil.  I can take them away right now.  If i "bleed" them in with turpentine,  they will be permanent for a while,  how long is not known.