as long as the mirror is still pulled out, and as long as i have the final pics of the HouseDress still to come, i took this. it's the bottom layer. that which is under the House dress. what i sleep in. except for the crocks. long sleeve shirt, leggings, wool socks.
i worked a little more kantha on Marti's cloth that has been added. MUCH satisfaction with this.
and Then, guess what i DID? i read. R E A D. not wanting to stop. the book that India Flint talked about a couple posts ago
and it's PERFECT. it speaks directly to my Experiment in Purpose Less Ness. Right there, Right there, on page FIFTEEN! right there, at the end of the INTRODUCTION, no less, in a place at the end of each chapter, called "Tactics". she wrote:
"Choose any routine activity and allow it to become an end in itself. Pay attention to how this feels."
ADDENDUM
the last moments of This Day, i spent stitching. across and back. across and back. i let it be no more and no less than that. Stitching. across and back.
Marti isn't much about stitching. Yet. OR, maybe never. she is about the alchemical Magic of the dyepot. with What Is At Hand. nothing fancy. but as i stitch this, i think of wanting to hand it to her when she comes and say....FEEL IT. Feel what happened with the kantha. how there is forevermore, no seperation. and this night of the eve of Women, i think of me stitching, Marti and her dye pots, Jude who Taught me/Teaches me. these plain but Energetic Stitches.
Love to Us. yes.
