it's OK now. Just some dark brown stitching to the branches and it's just very much ok now. And there is reason why it's been hard that i understood when adding the dark brown...that Fallen Old Russian Olive Out Back...how yesterday eve and then again this morning i tripped on some of the scattered branches, seeing self clearly, how i've made ZERO effort to move any of them, they lie where they fell and both those times realizing how that was such heartache, even tho it had been dead for so long...but still there for the birds and how now, all the ones, birds, that have migrated back from wherever they went, no longer have the tree. This coming to me because i realized that the Mocking Bird pair no longer drive me crazy just outside the window...are somewhere over by the ditch where i still can hear them, but softly. So now i understand this Cloth. It's Good.
Listening to Jude talk about weaving sent me back into the Picasa archives to look at the Daughter Cloth i made for Jenny's initial trip to California with the Goats...that was in 2011 . I was going to post the pics here tonight...they are beauty FULL, how it was woven while hanging from the beam to the ROOM, how i stood on a ladder to weave it. But as it is and has been, for some reason i can't upload those years onto Typepad. Typepad only goes back to the 2015 pics in Picasa. I don't know why. So, i fooled with things and now have created an uncomfortable mess that i don't know how i created and have no clue how to undo. Uploading photographs at the end of the day is no longer pleasant. It has more steps and i can't see what i'm uploading, just the numbers of the pics. This is a bummer. But oh well. Soon enough i'll disconnect this computer and need to reconnect There. They know how to do things. I'll wait.
ADDENDUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I JUST THOUGHT....!!!!....if i go to the blog Archives and click, it took me back...clicked into March of 2011!!! and even there, is the pic of when Ginger was new, she's 6 now and just Out Back HERE !, in this NOW, with HER daughter Cinderella, her mother Onday, and even there is a pic of me and the Belov~ed Kadir. OH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee
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how i have blindly counted on having access to my life through these pics.....today, feeling how it might be to rely on my memory, what a small room that is, my own memory, and how solitary. I would not blog without pics. There would be no point. I could never begin to tell it in words.
To be Grateful then that for now it's all here and to accept the possibility that it might not always be so. Ok.
