this is beside the front door. i am watching Jude's small plain girlscout loom. thinking. these belts belonged to Dora, an extraordinary woman who has been gone from this plane for a long time. she was tiny, had a snow white french twist held in place with a silver comb. she was a Tai Chi Master. there was a period of time when we needed to wait together in a very large room with floor to ceiling windows across an expanse of a wall. at night. outside was a woods and pond and often the moon. beautiful hard wood floors, no furniture. space. Dora would practice her forms while waiting. i would sit on the floor and watch. she most often wore her black tai chi jacket and pants. was her "uniform for living" like my denim jumpers are. was then in her 80's. sometimes her sleeve would ride up with a elegant and silent gesture and i could see the numbers tattooed on her wrist from Auschwitz. she wore these belts that stood out against the black jacket. there would be two of her...her, and the reflected her in the windows. in the second picture, i saw that someone had woven an egg case. i like that.
i have to chase the dogs off the couch everytime i want to see my progress. i love each and every part of this...have earnestly invisible basted all seams flat. even that. there is nothing about this process that i have an urge to hurry through. there is a steady, concentrated rhythm to it all.
i know these have been here before, but i want them all together. tomorrow they will fly away in the mail to Wendy Golden-Levitt who works with children in Toronto. The request for the "window hanger" came via her, from one of the children who saw the "installation" i had hung on my own window when some of the older children were looking at Jude's blog and then at other blogs on her side bar. She related strongly with the swirling wind and the feathers, which are feathers from Jude. She said to Wendy "hey there is this person who makes stuff from wind and that textile stuff we use. she makes it see through but not really. she's got these feathers stuck on where the light comes in and she sewed in some wind when it was swirling." and it all flowed from there. during the time of my work in Jude's Spirit Cloth workshop and then the Patchwork Beasts, there were two other occurances of very separate but simultaneously arising shared imagery in two other girls' healing work and in my cloth making; the Raven and the Lizard. This amazed us all, was hard to imagine happening, but it did and tomorrow i will send all three. I am so honored that these three girls and i "see the same". there is a second window in the studio and i will make one more window hanger and am so awed by the opportunity to offer these. as Wendy said in one of her emails..."in Wonder at the Mystery of it All".
there is the urge to think of more little things to add. that it is "not enough". too plain.
but i won't. yesterday, looking for something else entirely, i came across this bell in one of the bead tins. i picked it out and looked at it for a long time, listened to it's clear little tone. put it back. and it all progresses this way: ~somewhere in the dream during the night, i am making something with the bell. ~this morning, i see jude's jar. ~finishing the Wind strands, i am compelled to go find the bell, the strand of magic thread, and ~the feeling that sometimes happens when dream and awake realities cross, begins. i have no way to describe that feeling but the closest i can come is that it is like some kind of vertigo. a physical sensation.
today it is the Nigerian Dwarf Dairy Goats at the New Mexico State Fair. then, home, trying to work on the Window Hanger and my across the road neighbor calls, all wild, a snake is in her livingroom. off i go. frightened little young snake, back and forth...under couch, under chair i throw a dish towel over it, cuddle it up, carry out and then have to shoo it across the yard to the weeds. Dear it. seemed tired and needing rest.