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closer.  

ok...testing on the maybe the 41st day? addendum below

just to see what happens.  Everything is Different.  and nope....the supposedly new and improved

google chrome

does not go to Picassa for pics.  this is a bummer.  

ok.  am going outside.

but...everything was changed.  new program new and deadly virus protection.   So, now i am clean again, but cannot post pics.  oh well.

 

 SOOOOOO.  it's evening.  Patricia and i, on TELEPHONE...that old method of communication, got an inch forward.  Help Ticket is In to Typepad.  so.  Wait.   maybe that's what it's all about? Waiting?  giving up any notion of immediate gratification?  Who Knows.   I'd Rather Be Just Going.

 

 

day 38 Evening, or , really the beginning of night

crickets.  dark. 

this is mid day.

and Julie...some where...during the day....This Happened!!!  Look!, Meera!  OH!

does she stay

on her own cloth?  or do these cloths become one? 

i don't know.

and a long phone thing with K, my  old friend/mentor/partner with bookstore/wife of Cas and i am pretty much stunned tonight with the beauty of how things are.  and in the distance, dogs bark and fight and close up, crickets sing.  and i planted seeds.  i planted seeds.  seeds.  food and flower.  and the Goats watched.  they don't wonder stuff.  they just Watch and Know.

 

 

 

Day 38 ~morning~

and how it always begins.....moving around.....

back door...pinned to the very very THIN and FINE linen curtain found at the Thrift Shop a few weeks ago

the west window..pinned to the heavy silk that has been hanging over the curtain for a couple years now.  also where Julie's bustier has been living...which is now on the Wall for a while

on the heavy silk moved to the back door

and now, we wait.  and look.  as long as it takes.

Day 37

i had set up an additional clamp light.  brought in the fan, in case it was too warm in here for the computer guy.

and this morning i looked at it all.  thinking about how people are.  thinking how some don't call.  thinking about something that happened in the past keeps them from calling and saying "I can't".

There is the little HOUSE icon for home page.  when i click it now, this is what appears.  Yes, it is true.  the only thing functioning really is typepad stuff.  and this somehow reassures me.  Home Page.  yes.  not the other one with email, WikiHow, Spanish Word of the Day, News,  but  Student Links.  my Real home.  yup.

everything is Quiet here.  waiting.  I love these altar cloths.  no need to say more.  just that i love making them.

and still...following Jude in the What If Diaries, right now the White on White, there is this.  the onionskin dye.  on the curtain....just so loosly stitched, but stitched perfectly enough.  i look and look and look.

and still.........that crazy White on White mend.  that some One like me...........some one like me, made and how it just makes me feel so uh, well...just So.

and the young locust.  this is her 3rd year.  she might BLOOM.  who knows.  we'll see.  but makes me kind of crazy too.  i feel like maybe a deer or a giraffe, or! a Goat maybe.  the urge to EAT these succulent newnesses

and the first pot of 2013.  new leaves from the Mexican Elderberry.  there is cloth under them.  unsure if there is enough Heat yet.  but, here we are.

All is well.  

 

day 36 a different kind of day

i stitched

the word  Coordinates  would not go away.  these fragments would not go away.  so...ok.  i looked up coordinates in the dictionary and i like two of the possibilities, but neither is exactly right, or maybe a combination of both?

any one of a set of variables used in specifying the state of a substance or the motion of a particle or momentum.

any numbers used in specifying the location of a point on a line, a surface, or in space.

maybe combining those?  adjusting just a little?  but these "coordinates" will stay.  and once they are stitched down, this altar cloth is finished.  there is a lot of "listening" involved with making these.  it's different.

and the computer guy in town was supposed to call me around 6pm when he closed his shop.  Nothing.  and i remember back to once when i took my first one in to his shop.  i'd bought it from him.  and he is beyond overextended with work.  it took forever.  he kept saying probably tomorrow.  there were a lot of tomorrows.  but now, it's nearing dark and i am over the initial SHOCK of suddenly things Changed.  i will get used to it.  i just feel like i am cut loose...just well, i don't know.  Maybe he'll come tomorrow?  maybe not.  and this takes me back to before Spirit Cloth which was i guess 4 give or take years ago?  i was into Sharon Astyk then...the Depletion  and Abundance woman.  i was working to become as Minimal as possible.  live by the skin of my teeth...and love it.  interesting how much has changed.  then, i would not miss email really.  i would have written letters.  pen to paper.  i did have a phone.  Now...i am connected to All of You.  All of You have become a part of my life.  interesting.

So...i do not have any email at all.  i can connect to Typepad things...for the moment.  but am aware or wary, that could change any minute.  odd little things have come and gone of their own accord all day.  so...i really have no idea.

but here it is.  a very different kind of day.  Wind is here too and has a different sound to his Voice.

Love to all..................

 

ok. until i figure something out

this email may (may not) work

graceforrest3@gmail.com

totally screwed up

i may not have ANY email now???????

could be graceforrest3  or not????   i have NO homepage place

i do not know what to do.

i think i'll give up. at least for now.

35

this second altar cloth is a challenge.  the first had the dramatic imprint in the center.  here, there is just center.  as i said...though trying to remain as empty as I can, in my center, while stitching,  i need to say that there is the image of Cycle,  Migration,  Natural Patterns here.  and as i work, i wonder if there is too much of that.  Sun and Moon, ok.  they are what Everything that we are and know rises from each day of our lives.  Sun and Moon.  Earth and Sky.  yes.  but beyond that ?

these small bits are just pressed to the cloth.  that thing of "story board",  flannel boad.   i am looking long at them.  what is it i Intend by their inclusion?  do they have Real place here?  or....am i just uncomfortable with a completely empty Center? 

something is wrong with my Gmail...email.  i tried today to accomodate Google's constant urging to upgrade my Thing.  i clicked and clicked to arrive at Google Chrome.  what i have, is email that doesn't work.  so...patience.  maybe i can go back to the old way that actually did work, though they kept telling me it was no longer supported?????  anyway...just so you know.

day 34 began with a dream

i got up at around 3am to pee.  decided to just stay up.  made coffee, turned on the magic screen and looked around.  went to Dee Mallon's blog and stayed there a long time.  looking, thinking. looking some more.  and then around a little more through the second cup of coffee.  it was only 4:30am.  and since the day today belongs to me, ie no going anywhere to work except to feed a cat,  i went back to bed.  i lay there in the wonderfully raspy white sheets, my cheek on the wonderfully raspy pillow case and then i dreamed.  i'll tell it as i wrote it down when i woke.  not necessarily in the order dreamed:

a place.  Many women.  some men and children too, but the women were who i was most aware of.  there was a getting ready for some big event that would take place soon.  everyone was involved.  Everyone was doing something different and off and on a woman would begin to sing and others would add their voices.  it was not a song.  but melodic. this happened on and off and i was caught by it's spontaneous beauty....just sounds, really.  This taking place in a very large space with high Large Open Windows...shelves leading to them above a kitchen counter that had several sinks and a vast counterspace.  food was being prepared.   Everyone was living there, for a while, and the for a while was important, but it also was inconsequential.  but noted.  so....   It was a little more than a little chaotic..maybe like the Old Folks Home at lunch time..Bizzy.  and had the kind of same quality of people of All Kinds, in one place...all with singular and really, unrelated minds but all somehow very much Together....a Part of a Very Large Doing.  Someone was stir frying on a huge fryingpan, like maybe 3 to 4 feet across....long long handle and i am vacuuming the floor around her feet, inbetween the feet of so many others, the floor is covered with some kind of intense woven fiber and i'm happily vacuuming and one of the women says in kind of a crunchy way...What are you doing THAT for, and i respond "because i like it" and everything gets ok and good.  but i quit, halfway finished, happy that half is clean and the rest is messy with bits of grass and twigs. i notice and like the contrast.  and this house/place is a combination of inside/outside...this kitchen room, huge, remember? to the right extends out under some trees and there is a great wooden octagonal kind of picnic table.  and who i identified as Ulrika is there.  she is going through some magazines and books and i go sit next to her and she says wait a minute, there's more and goes off to come back with an armload of publications, like the fiber mags i have that are so old and she begins showing me and is very excited...all these things are forming into idea for her of something she wants to create, something about coiled containers with things IN them but before we get to the part of what will be IN them, 

the Goats woke me.

and i thought....OF COURSE!  why do i not already Understand that to the degree it needs to be Understood!!!!   about the blogging thoughts.  a large part of it is the COMMUNITY.  we say that with words, but suddenly i really had some other kind of understanding.  that it is this Organic thing with a pulse.  with a heart beat.  and when i blog whatever it is that i put here, i am doing my part for the heartbeat of the whole.  and this awareness was STRONG and DIFFERENT.  and it's like the Forum of the What If.  it truly is a living organism in it's wholeness, but made of many many autonomous parts, but all for the wellbeing of the Whole and oh, wow.  eeeeeee.  i Got it!..... SO who cares what my small self thinks i might or might not be doing here...it's just my part.  just my small part.  but it IS my part.  and i need to continue.

Grin!

and there was maybe going to be some company today and i thought about cleaning up the table but .... NO.  i need it this way to find my way with a cloth.  so...i didn't.

about Cycles.  Migration.  Trust in that.

and while stitching, i knew it would be ok now to plant.  so ...there are maybe 2 hours still.  Seeds to put in.  it's time.

and i almost forgot.  i am on cat duty at Allen's again.  on the way back, they were trimming a tree.  i asked what they were going to do with these branches/twigs.  so...here they are.  dumped outside the back fence.  i loaded some up to take in to the Goat pens but the rest here, i'll drag in, little by little in the next couple days to the Way Back.  they are elm and the little green seeds thingys will be a delicacy.  the branches, if nothing else, Fun.  i gave Buckwheat some big ones and his eyes went all wild.  he WHIPPED them around with his horns...throwing them this way and that...now he's all tired and resting, looking at his stack of stuff.  Goats like different stuff.