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vintage ironing pads
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vintage ironing pads
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Monday, April 17, 2017
witnesses
time and heat and labour and protection and tidiness and singing and daily repetition and listening to the life stories that happen in the home.
cloth is like the body
it gets old, it survives, it holds memories and dreams - all at the same time.
Friday, April 14, 2017
we need mystery
mystery fills us with awe and wonder
these are the foundations of humility
and humility is the foundation of all learning
so we do not seek to unravel this
we honour it by letting it be that way forever
richard wagamese indian horse page 65
Monday, April 10, 2017
three vintage ironing pads and their cover up
I have been taught how to love by an 88 year old woman and a 35 year old boy.
The key is: Say it.
Say it out loud, without being asked.
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