It’s been quiet and still on
the ranch these mornings.
Lu plays at being a bunny in the tall grasses.
I’ve been stitching burlap into
a bag for my essentials.
keys
camera
phone
wallet
and a basket to hold my stones.
simply beautiful. all of it. like a breath released, like comfort. your sewn items are art and utility and meditation at the same time. looking at these pictures, i feel such peace.
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beauty beautybeautybeauty – your handwork, the words, the pictures, the poetry, and the basket to hold my stones, is a concept that just washed right over and through me, got inside.
thank you for this.
xoxo
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sending my love to you.
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Hi! You don't know this but I think of you every day every day every day. I love that you have a basket to hold your stones. I have a bunch of beach glass on my desk at work also small pieces of driftwood and marbles rolling around. A basket is a grand idea what with my marbles being loose and all.
love,
Rebecca
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Angella…always when you come here and leave your insights and your heart….
it lifts me up and fills me.
thank you.
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D…
this concept has gotten inside me too. so strange.
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Ms Bones…
you're awesome
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Your Highness de Radish…
me too.
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Again, this reminds me of the tiny crocheted bags I made that were only big enough to hold my sorrows. Oh wait. There is no such thing.
I think it was the ashes of my sorrows. I should have thought big enough to hold my stones. I am learning from you.
Your pictures tug my heart into lace.
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It's Sunday here (Saturday there). I'm lighting candles for you and yours. May your sorrows be daily lightened. Claire.
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Oh! Thank you Claire Beynon, for the candles and the wishes and the visit most of all.
Thank you!
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