I’ve been thinking a lot lately about existence–about beginnings and endings. How they never are just that. How ever beginning already has built within it its own ending. And every ending simply the beginning of something else. How, on this continuum–non linear/circular in my mind–there seems not to be a definitive starting/stopping point. Only movement of sorts.
Last night I was reading from “On a Farther Shore: The Life and Legacy of Rachel Carson” by William Souder. There was a section there discussing amoebas. How they don’t die. How they just split. And each split of parts continues the splitting–ad infinitum. And I thought, yes, this is what I’ve been sensing. This.
So, this morning as I placed three stars on the heart cloth, I suddenly realized that she was mother spirit. My mother. Every mother. I thought of the line “all day, all night, angels watching over me my lord…” and I thought of my own mother. I was stitching pieces of linen. Linen that I saved from her many boxes of stashed fabrics. Boxes buried deep within a bedroom closet in my childhood home. I’m thinking how these linen fragments–pieces left over after the end of one of her many sewing projects–participated in the beginning of this piece. This, what is now Mother Spirit. The spirit of beginnings and endings. 
I’ve been thinking about this as I plant my garden. As I handle seeds. Seeds that represent the end of last year’s harvest and the beginning of this one. And quickly now, the rain. The rain has been amazing. Filling aquifers. Replenishing the earth. But making planting a challenge. So here is what I have. Strawberries galore, planted last year.
Red lettuce:
and for the dye garden, the last of the indigo to be set out:
Woad:
and Weld.
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Lovely thoughts for this day…happy mother’s day to you. my love to you from NYC,
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and to you as well! many many hugs.
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I had never thought about seed as the end of last years harvest and the beginning of the next…something to ponder on in many ways ..thanks
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and thank you, Bobbi, for taking the time to read and comment.
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our climate is too cold for indigo, can you grow it outdoors? again I say to myself: just buy it online and start dyeing, I’m intimidated for some reason or other….hmd to you too
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..and btw I like how the cloth is growing, and the story about your mother’s stash;-)
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if i had know the direction my interests were going to take, i would have kept tons more of the fabrics–but who knew!
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we have about a 6 month growing season. doubt that indigo would do well inside–but maybe in a greenhouse.
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It is lovely — so lovely, what you wrote. How can someone so sensitive be a non-entity–barely a name. We want to CONNECT with YOU, the person, not just your fabrics and your thoughts–You, Patricia, the lovely woman and talented artist. When we meet someone, do we just grunt in greeting? Our title that was given us at birth is the first connection, then our eyes, then our smile, then our love, then our thoughts. We want to know WHO you are by your name and signature, so we can connect with your talent. Ok, I won’t always be this opinionated, (well…) and I have made my point–ok, twice now. so I will move on….
I am a fan–can you tell?
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you raise interesting questions here and it would take so long to address each point. perhaps at a later date. but thank you for your feedback!
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the cloth…how it has continued to become it’s Self…
and THANK YOU SO MUCH for the absolutely excellent two pics of the Weld…i did
plant some…not sure i’d have recognized it…
Much love to you…grace
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something is missing in the picture, some element of being-ness that is present in person, but doesn’t translate to the digital image. i’m happy with it, glad to be finished though–or at least for now, and will be working with avocado dyed fabrics for a while. i think. you know how that goes. yes, the weld is growing in leaps and bounds. the woad is new to me. a gift from a neighbor. i really don’t know what to do with either although i understand woad makes a lovely indigo-type blue dye. what do you know about it?
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oh…wha…i made a mistake…it’s woad and WELD and it’s the woad
i planted…i have no WELD, and i don’t know. only what i’ve read
online different sites and that i think it is easier to grow than indigo?
i know the indigo wants humidity and well….that’s just NOT here…
what i have growing in the pot inside is still ok, but soon would need
to go outside and just at the time when the dry heat picks up…
so..i am going to hope i can watch what YOU do??????????????
and the beingness of in person…yes. that’s often the case..
for me, how the light touches it and changes through the day..
but it is very very Satisfyingly beauty full…..xo
from me, grace
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