Thursday, November 25, 2021

dream

 


That night she dreamed of birds, long, bright red birds like flamingos, zipping through a black forest and making scallopy patterns, arcs of red that curved like their cries.  

Patricia Highsmith The Price of Salt 

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  1. I am endlessly fascinated by this blog ... how you gather words and cloth together ... and so I followed "luminous halo path" and was entranced by red ... then went on to other links ... a container ... handkerchief ... indigo checkerboard ... red moons ... willed introversion ... and ended with yellow string and this ...

    "It's still hard for me to believe that what I know is what others want to learn"

    but we do want to learn and always you give us more than we could ever hope for ... for that I am most thankful

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    1. I love that you followed the paths laid out by the links in the sidebar. I was inspired to go down the luminous halo/rabbit path myself because of your comment. It was long and actually interesting for me. Thank you very much for your support.

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  2. Flying in circles, beautiful birds. The crows here have been happy in the wind! I agree with Liz, the expression, the coming together of words and cloth...each time I am happily surprised at the perfection of that. :)

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    1. The words are the most recent in my written journal - in this case a sentence from the book I am currently reading. It is really amazing how well what I am thinking of on my design wall fits with what I'm writing in that journal. Thank you Nancy. Happy Thanksgiving. xo

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