the last cloth before i decided not to make anymore cloths. It wasn't even really a Cloth...just a scrap, in its natural form with a square sewed on, with an Eye drawn....with the question.....What is under the sqaure? and i tried to ...uhhhh....DO someThing, by adding ribbons of Deb's Thread. but no. No more cloth i said.
and then...These. Out of "nowhere". That one on the upper right, i finished this morning. Keeping two aside for when/if i make myself a blanket.
wondering about them, but i watched self tracking the rectangles and they spiraled around the square according to Faith AiryCat's Map . As i sew, i track them. As i pin them on the "wall cloth", i see again, the mapping, the sequences of each that match the sequences of any other
yesterday i remembered NLP. Neurolinguistic Programing. My oh so belov~ed Margery Burke Price and i took the train to Chicago for the workshops. Richard Bandler and John Grinder in the 1970's
a long time ago. I google NLP just touch the surface " of the world that they learn through sensory experiences.
NLP tries to detect and modify unconscious biases or limitations of an individual's map of the world. of the world they learn through sensory experiences." Medical News Today Timothy J. Legg Aaron Kandals 2017 There's so much more, but that's enough in the moment. Map. the individual's Map of the world. and then
Mo comments with word that Stephen Harrod Buhner has a new book: Earth Grief: the journey into and through ecological loss
i have mentioned off and on over the years his book Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm into the dreaming of Earth
and now
this. Earth Grief. I go look and i am so beyond HAPPY. Everything begins to make sense. Grief. DEEP. DEEP. GRIEF.
this i have. this i wake to each morning. This all the "News" relates to. This deep deep deep GRIEF.
is it
depressing?
no. there was happiness. Grief is Grief, fully felt, like love, it think. Maybe Grief IS love.
there is a small green knob the size of a marble on the Kuri Squash vine. All these months of faithful watering, many blossoms that came to naught. and This morning, a flock of Geese....called a
skein
flew and called high overhead.
