Patience produces all kinds of good shit. Yup.

I suppose you’ve encountered your share of disappointments. But this time I’m aware of the delicious elements of anticipation and possible delightful surprise.

And I will miss your descriptions of days like these

The way we find each other is as mysterious and wonderful as the rain falling down. Reading out of order, and the rain, usual or not, sounds wonderful. Or maybe it is just your descriptions of it that catch me?

Jude said it: how engaging it is to read about your process. I can’t wait to see the next step! As one who doesn’t trade so much in precision, I’m also always a little at a loss to see the shortfalls as stated. That doesn’t mean anything much — just how it is for me. Those wheat flowers have a lot of dynamism, oriented like flying arrows to the circle. It makes the center have more weight as a symbol.

Funny how we carry stories around with us. Scraps of them. I’m glad yours will stay with its color.

I'm enjoying the trip, too. Following around to look at the graffiti was a good way to spend time at the first site, it seems. At the second, was there any fear of losing one's sense of direction going down and coming back up?

I always love your blues of course but that rosy patch with forgotten origin just grabs me.

I love Willa Cather, too. Surprised to have not read her until sometime in my fifties, since she is one of the all time great American authors. What an experience you describe — the corn dance ! But also your descriptions of the landscape are wonderful. I’m glad you thought to grab some food and that the Airbnb was good. I’ve done about 15 now, the majority being really good experiences. I toured ancient Roman ruins that lie under the medieval city of Assisi yesterday and was thinking about how recent most of the built landscape in America is — at least in the northeast. Your post is a strong and wonderful reminder of those who dwelt here long long ago.

I love this cloth. And the photo has the same glow as the cloth. What we see and what falls out of our hands being linked. And what we need (or want) being linked to what shows up. More important than the actual shed is letting yourself ask. Is there a place to donate yet? I’m still away and only lightly checking in.

Have a great trip... I'm a little green around the gills about 'Hamilton' -- almost went once, but then thought, I could get a new couch for that price, and didn't go and needless to say, didn't get the new couch either. The crows sound like a marvelous event.

I call them precious bits

The only reason I can pinpoint when I discovered Jude is because I was reading the cloth paper scissors article (or was it artful blogging?) in the waiting room of the ICU where my sister lay in a medically induced coma. That was late 2009, early 2010. So Jude’s final class becomes another kind of book end for me. (PS I need a Marti, too!) I’m so glad you found the quilt pictured and that it is hung, being enjoyed.

“Sky is the Whole of what holds this Planet, sky is deep, heavy, strong science. And deep heavy strong Sacred. Science and Sacred being Same. "nature", Same. I want to learn how to talk about the beingness of things.” It strikes me that you already know how to talk about beingness of things. You know how to make them come alive. Honor them. Find your pulsing thread among the natural world. I am curious about the aliveness of the past. Do you think this is a function of this place? Of age? Or something else?

Definitely. All the stories.

This was laugh out loud funny. When I was in eighth grade my mother left a copy of “Everything you’ve always wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask” out on the coffee table for all takers.

Healer. You are.

What a place! More and more I use the so called wrong side of fabric. I want it lighter or more subdued. How big are these moons? Quarter sized?

I have a lot of yarn if she would be interested. Does she need other stuff? I have spare curtains, frames, baking tins, for starters.

Congratulations. What a darling little sprig! Such love and tenderness. Your post captures How a birth (or a death) can enlarge our spirit to an understanding of life almost on an archetypal level.

The best kind of book review — filled with thoughtful critique and insertions of autobiographical detail. Michelle Slater got me here today. The only book of this sort that I’ve read of late is Roxane Gay’s “Hunger.” Very eye opening about the medicalization and shaming of fatness, the psychological uses of being large, and self acceptance.

Food is everything. Thank god for food. And for appetite.

Maybe you’re turning into a tree! Ha ha. Glad you’re feeling better.

I’m still just so sorry for your loss. The finality stuns, doesn’t it? My sister just died on C’s 25th birthday. I doubt it means all that much to him, but it means something -what,exactly?- for me.

I often lament the advent of ear buds. To this day, I have no idea what kind of music the boys were enjoying. And they missed out on some of the casual but possibly also informative conversations K and I had on our really long drives as a family. It sounds like this evening was capped with a nice connection. I may be in the minority here, but I liked the house better before the outline stitch was applied. To me the floating pieces echoed the story better — the ambiguity of relationship, the ferocious privacy of teen aged boys, the imminent flight from the nest.