Unexpected things. but All traveling the same thread.
just at dawn i looked. Sky on cloth has always presented a dilemma for me. is it just an expanse of cloth sky coloured? is it barely stitched silk gauze like in the Woman Flying With Crow? i would like some symbolic repeating image that says SKY. and i think this might be it. i like it. we'll see, as it goes, with this cloth.
and Marti is UP. as she always is. before dawn. and sends a photograph of today's Pot. her cauldron. Marti doesn't blog. doesn't want to. too bad for Us.
the colors are off. but this is a print out of the photograph she emailed. What is important to me, that made me want to put it here, is the total and complete Love of the Pot, it's alchemy. of anyone i know, she most loves the Experience of Relationship with the plant materials, the cloth. This was true when she lived in other places and it is true again now. She goes OutSide. and for her now, it's not OutSide to a vast landscape. it is not OutSide to an extraordinary Garden of plants. no. it's a small, relatively plain OutSide. but there, she Sees and Finds
Everything.
and from OutSide in combination with her food scraps, she tends her Pot. she makes her cloth. she stitches her cloths together and she is Filled. to her Brim. no more, no less. Enough. i Respect this. Very much.
this is the Living Room OR, maybe just less than 2/3rds of the Living Room of the house i clean every other Monday. This House and i are always Alone Together. no human is ever home. Just me and this House. I know it like i know my own. it is my favorite of all time. behind that shelf on the left is a piano. They are geologists and they are Musicians. this room is FULL of musical instruments. and when i clean here, i sing. the acoustics of the house are wonderful. because i think the rooms are so Large and also relatively empty, really. but i Sing and i sound so really Great. and guess what was on the kitchen table????
not "hers". she had brought it home from somewhere. she does not have flowers. she has the BEST vegetable garden i've ever known in my time in N. Mex. but she does not do flowers. yet...here it was on the table. ok.
back home, the tiny beads are opening. i wish i had a camera that could show the oh so small individual blooms. they are hard to Believe. and because of Patricia's comment yesterday, i searched and found this about Salt Cedar: terrain.org/articles/27/Lamberton.htm The Thirsty Tree Melissa L. Lamberton. before i talk more about this, i need to get more printer paper and print it out. Sit with it. I need to Sit With It. But it's important. maybe even Critical to me. Intuition. Trust it.
from Deb Lacativa. you can find her in the Center Column of PlaceKeeping on Jude's Spirit Cloth. Look. oh. Look. BEAUTY. and in almost every cloth i make, the focal point is always a scrap of Deb's cloth. it is filled and vibrating with BEAUTY.
Tazmeena is not pleased. The photo shoot disturbed the arrangement of pillows.
Deb's Threads. the Dalai Lama IS pleased. but then, he always is.
Arrived in mail, along with Deb's Cloth. Along with a new Logitech mouse that makes this post possible.
farming in Kansas, USA. farming of grains. Wheat. Corn. farming of food we
eat.
Monsanto Land.
farming Elsewhere. Who would you TRUST to feed your Children?
and i have no pic for this, but DO go to stickyfingerstuff.blogspot.co.uk and look. Look at the photostream for Antique Boro she so lovingly gives us. from an exhibit in the UK. Farmers, again. Farmers.
