I’ve been in a two week time warp. And it feels like the “me” that went into it on one end and the “me” emerging on the other are barely recognizable. It was not a pleasant experience. But it was power full in that I sense some intrinsic rearrangement of inner self. I’m not trying to be oblique. And I’m only recording this for my own point of reference. Needing to document when this happened. To say more would be to say too much. Except it’s all resolving well.
Yesterday and today there was no school. Teachers doing things they needed to do. We did the same. 
It was one of those days almost too beautiful to comprehend. The just right-ness of every thing. 
Almonds and raisins savored under a very old covered bridge and I was so engrossed with reflections that I totally forgot to document its existence. Even though we discussed it. Discussed “why” a bridge would be covered. It’s magnificent, that covered bridge. Huge old 12″ thick beams notched and seated perfectly. But I forgot it because of this:
and there’s an idea here that’s wanting to come forth. Something about perception and form. Or maybe magic? Because it did seem like magic, that such an expansive vista of trees and sky could be so encompassed in such a small area of quiet water. The sense of merging of finite and in-finite. Seeing the world in a grain of sand and all that.
As for cloth, there is one forming now. Awaiting stitch. It appears simple. But it’s holding the lessons from the past two weeks. The need to remain vigilantly present. And focused. Committed to standing ground. And holding. Whatever arises. And looking at the cloth here, I see reflections of thoughts and emotions. Lightly etched into the over-dyed cloth. 
Accompanying the echo of words of this young-old one. “You know, it never IS tomorrow. It’s only ever just now.”
following thread 
beautiful images. i just love reflections. Eckhart Tolle tells a story about going into a bar that has a sign on the wall that says ‘free beer tomorrow’….but it never is tomorrow, there is only ‘the now’.
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hi Deanna. yes. reflections somehow help me keep things in perspective, and the story you tell here makes me smile. have been spending some time with ET lately. so glad you stopped by.
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What is compelling to me is the left dark side and the right lighter dyed side. She is standing her ground by looking at the light and drawing strength from the center circle and it confirms for me how we draw strength first from within ourselves and also from those we trust to have our backs, those who stand inside the circle with us…
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yes, the dark left side–and the swirling thoughts and worries arising–that must be released. before they take root. and the light. the round orb, how it holds attention. grounds. and your observation about self and others is so absolutely like what happened. first i went to ground. to my healing cave. then to the circle. with those who had my back. and it was power full. humbling. and oh so wonder full.
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Very beautiful Patricia. Love your insights into magic.
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life w/o magic? it’s grist for the mill!
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Focus enlarging. This is good. And another beautiful cloth emerging.
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hi Beth. yes, less vigilant perhaps. more relaxed. softer. that’s it–a softer gaze. and it feels so much better.
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i love you.
for All of this.
for your ability to give words to something that has no words.
for your ability to make Cloth for the something that has no words.
i love you for All of this.
Very much, Patricia, Very much
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and i you. and just to be clear. you gave the circle of support its backbone.
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thank you for sharing the light in these reflections and the strong magic of this cloth
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