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here's the little guy.
now for the Mama

 

Mama
little guy
ok.
the original plan was to make a giraffe cape too, for
Julian, with a hood. after today, i am thinking…hmmmm.
so..don't know what will rise up within me tomorrow.
but here we are.
Why does he love giraffes? how interesting. being
ONE, where does his preference come from? one wonders.
and he loves
softness.
hmmm.
more than the usual love of softness.

hand puppets: puppets often say things that
people are unable to articulate. even very
little people.
it's been a looong time since i made a
puppet. am thinking about them now.
his mom will take one of their big moving
boxes and make a little puppet theater
of it…which is just to cut a window
behind a big enough space of box for a
person to hide.
if it turns out that i "go there", to
live
where they do, or near
i think i might make a fancier puppet
theater. of wood and with
curtains.
painted with beauty Full designs.
puppets.

 

 

 

that gives me a Great Burst of Hope
for this coming new year ~

i always pay attention to new "company" on
the journey…people who sign on in the little
following box
and
just now, i see
Joe
manhandled threads
!
and i am surprised and wondering about the
great sense of happiness this brings, reading
his blog words….
and it weaves in perfectly with these things
pictured that have been on my mind this week
and with the thoughts this morning of
my son

and the baby man that is the son of my granddaughter

so, Joe
Welcome here and i am so glad you have come.

 

i DO have one holiday each year that i get all
excited about, that i look so forward to.
New Year's Eve.
i get some kind of food i normally
don't, sometimes it's that i make a
giant lasagna casserole. sometimes it's
been crab legs but not so much anymore
because it really needs to be excessive and
crab legs in Socorro are first hard to come
by at all, and if they appear in the Smith's
Grocery, excess is, well, Way Excessive…so
something more like lasagna with no holding
back on ingredients. ALL the cheeses. Fresh
spinach layer. real sauce, from scratch.
garlic bread and a salad to die for.
then, the new

~calendar~

after the gluttony, after its all put away and the
kitchen is
clean,
it's the calendar ritual. the old comes off the wall
and i sit, a particular very fine point pen in hand,
and
transfer all the important information, slowly. very
very carefully, month by month to the
new calendar.
notations at the top and bottoms of months as needed…
sometimes it seems important to note something from years back on
the upcoming year…

this is my most real ritual. it has intense meaning
for me. it places me somehow
and is extremely important.

today, going to the Dollar Store to get the socks for
the Giraffe sock puppets for the new man boy Julian Daniel Ortiz,
i also got the next calendar.
here it is and wouldn't you know.

 

 

 

heat, warmth, kinds of time and
more, that i am still thinking about.
will edit this as it goes.
the first pic:..you can see down on the floor, just before the rooster, a large
glass vase. as i sat this morning,
suddenly, the slow reluctant sun illuminated
this glass in a way that only happens
in December. MID December. nearer solstice,
it won't happen. but this morning it was
ablaze.
the second is self evident
the third pic is where this cloth resides.
it will have no backing, so that the light
can come through. it will remain there until
the long dark is over, until December 22 when we
again move toward the light.

 

"this holiday season can bring the best out in us.
let's accept that." jude hill

and this is some, the ones that were oriented
to image. thank you to All of you who encouraged ~
Penny: a roadside altar in Central America
Linda and Marti: forest landscape
nance: a temple of Christmas
Debi: a hidden tree
Suzanna: another plane altogether
Gracie: a tent, a little dot of light and human intensity
nance: the collective consciousness
Elizabeth: the southern summer night sky
Peggy/Woman with Wings: moon, reflected in water
susan: a tree, a house, home
sandra: the sun below
Penny: capturing the moon, rooted in the moon
marti: tassels, guardians of light
jude: a sun keeper
Debi: protecting/nurturing sun?/moon?
Twhich: snake, lizard, Ouroboros
and then new friend Emmy who is investigating symbology
on her blog

and my Dear Helen wondered: so, which IS IT!

and i loved all these thoughts.
i ask myself Helen's question. (don't stop, helen)…
as i stitch, i tell self different stories…one that
the Sun goes to a secret place, a different level of
being during this time
or Sun is absorbed into the earth, into roots, and is
reluctant
or Sun, in infinite wisdom withholds, allowing rest
or or or
but what it mostly is for me, is lack of light. and
each year, i endure this, watching the days until that
One Moment when balance is tipped in its extreme and
there is more dark than light. one day/night and then
we begin again, moving toward Light.
but what is best about the making of this cloth is
that it caused in me a realization that i can make
my
own
myth.
that that is in some way i don't fully comprehend as
yet, what this cloth making is for me. and if i
go deeply into it, i will find things i'd never
dreamed.
so…enough for now.

 

even hypothetical necessity can be
a mother to invention…
TASSELS!!!!!

 

it IS! somewhere in a huge truck at this time…from Socorro, New Mexico USA
with a customs declaration that simply says: cloth

when i sat and looked at this piece of silk, looked at the stamped images and
words on it, read everyone's thoughts and information, all i could keep thinking
was that it wanted to be whole, remain itself. and i also simultaneously
pictured the header on Manya's Mythcolour …same colour…..and i remembered
her posting a backdrop she had made for storytelling and i could feel her,
hear her telling stories when i saw that…and
right away, it was about that…if nothing else but to hang on her beautiful
ClothLine amidst lizards and rock and sea breeze that carries the scent of the ocean while she dreams up
ManyaMyths…

so, i filled out the form, sealed the envelope and Flora the postperson studied
the computer about sending things to Greece and she shyly looked up and said
"what Is it?", and i said "just some cloth from the thrift shop for my friend."
isn't that amazing?
yes.