these words from Dana have stayed since i read them in her August 15th post at ravenandsparrow.typepad.com.
last night when i was wanting to find The scrap that would be the One for that last rock, knowing it was somewhere in one of the baskets, not knowing what it might be, but knowing i would Know when i saw it, ..... light dwindled, dusk came early and then there was not enough light to continue looking. One more time i ran my fingers through one of the baskets and
there it was. No question. and not a rock at all.
I got up a few times during the night to look at it sitting on the Cloth....having the feeling i had dreamed it.
I woke early, impatient for DayBreak, to see it in the light of day....which seemed to take forever on an overcast morning.
yes. And stitching it there, i was really in awe of how perfect a scrap it was, one that i have had maybe 30 years, and just now, finding its Place. Its perfect Place. Its Moment.
not a rock at all, but a thing of Magic. and Dana's words and some thinking i have been doing in the last days fell together and into the stitching. I asked myself some days ago to "draw a picture" of what i wanted my days to be like when this present responsibility is over. By draw a picture, i mean to myself, to envision, to visualize, and i was surprised at how difficult is was/is to even focus on this. How totally my mind has become immersed in the just doing of it all. How absorbed i'd become. And then the Mantis. and then Dana's words. and now this scrap that represents to me the Magic that is There, if we choose to see it, like how the Mantis is there and too, if Magic and the Mantis choose to be seen.
So i am thinking that though Dana was referring to Beauty, i am thinking Magic and Beauty are the Same and so it could be said....magic arises, animates, and recedes.... and maybe even, Love. Magic~Beauty~Love, these three.
Another storm approaches the Rim.