So–it’s very narrow–the distance between the left and right row of teeth–
less than the width of two relatively small fingers, And the teeth–the lines and patterns on the teeth–beauty full.
Mo thinks “horse.” Now wondering–a little one–a colt perhaps? Still, have to say I want it to have been feral. Feral.
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but what about the tushes?….not horse
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look at Mo’s comment on the previous post. a picture of a horse jawbone with those “things”
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I tried one of those online mammal bone ID sites and came up with “whale” so there goes my CSI career.
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yep! mine too–now i’m thinking some kind of prehistoric mastodon. if only the top jaw piece would show up–could be very telling.
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what an adventure. I recently mailed a pair of wings to The National Eagle and Wildlife Repository in Colorado because I thought they might be eagle. I am dying to hear what my contact there determines. Where did you find them? (*apologize if that’s revealed a few posts below!)
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they surfaced in one of the flower bed behind the house–after a rainy spell.
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wild. I found the wings in a cemetery nearby. ALSO — I just sent you a message. about your gorgeous baskets!
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Well this comment has nothing to do with the Jawbone saga and everything to do with the amazing beauty of your baskets Patricia:
To see them here at Following Thread and in your Shopping Place is to know that they are unique and so very special. To actually hold one in your hands is to step inside yourself and be taken to a special place, a place that holds specific meaning. I believe Cynthia mentioned how the spirals in the baskets flow so easily into meditation and they do, Since most of us will chose baskets based on the colors that hold meaning to us, I think that is part of their magic. The other comes in the artistry and beautiful workmanship that you give to each one Patricia.
My basket is all in shades of green, my favorite color, and as I hold this basket, I step into the verdant green of a deep forest glen. I walk the paths of myth and moss from Ireland. I flow into the higher New Mexico elevations, where desert transforms into vistas of tall Pinon trees…for me, landscape informs my cloth work, transforms my daily outlook.
This basket that I held in my hand,t now sits on my little coffee table in my living room. It holds special acorns from Glastonbury, England, given to me by one of my daughters and her family. It also holds dried red chiles, the first chile peppers that I grew when we moved to New Mexico. Talismans of my life now held in a beautiful and powerful hand made basket, echoing the greenness of this place we call home, Mother Earth.
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Marti, this makes me SOOOOOOOO HAPPY. jUST HAPPY ALL AROUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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all around.
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oh Marti. your thoughts here are so appreciated. and that you resonate not only with the colors of the baskets, but with their tactile quality–YES–that is also so important to me–i take such pleasure in how they snuggle in. their sturdiness. integration. integrity even. so holding them is a big part of the pleasure they provide–to me at least, and now i hear for you as well.
and to know that this basket now holds the special talismans of your life–could it get any better than this? thank you for this beautiful expression.
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