Monday, September 26, 2016


I dreamed I saw my mother in the woods looking for her mother.
I certainly couldn't help as I had no idea where to look.
So I stand in the middle of a Mother Line holding a tattered end in one hand and raw fiber in the other, waiting to spin, reconcile, unite, these things. Noticing how the word "untie" only needs the transposition of two letters to make "unite."
It is women's work.


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