Open Thread WE 20 OCT 21 ~ Full Moon


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Every thread of creation is held in position by still other strands of things living.
-- Don McLean

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“Our lives were a complex tapestry, and our woven strands were only meant to intersect at a small number of points in the time-conceived whole. An embroidered starburst, a missed warp, a complicated notion on the loom of time. We were always together, but meant to live our majorities apart, two golden threads wandering through a haunted textile life.”
― Courtney M. Privett, Mayfly Requiem

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Do you feel it? This is a bit of nostalgia for some of the open threaders we have known. Regardless of the moon phase, I thought I'd pull together some of our recent soldiers in the battle to keep this thread alive. Playing with an idea or two to juice it up a touch. What do you think?

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NCTim ~ Funkin' Fridays
https://caucus99percent.com/content/open-thread-friday-september-20-2019

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smiley7 ~ poetry and beauty
https://caucus99percent.com/content/welcome-saturday-72

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Anja Geitz ~ Recipes and whatnots
https://caucus99percent.com/content/tuesday-dec-22nd-put-some-pants-chet...

This is just a sampling of the wondrous visions given to us by the volunteer publishers on a weekly basis. It formulates the essence of our project here. To throw out threads that may become a lifeline for someones in the community who may need to express and absorb thoughts in the process.

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Credits:

Macrame by Agnes Hansella

Through interactions with her father’s native Dayak tribe and a childhood spent in Borneo, she saw woven baskets and textiles that continue to impact her work today, as do the Indigenous songs she heard while studying cinema in Canada.

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Lookout's picture

nice to remember those who have gone before. I often wonder about Mark from Queens who disappeared about the start of the pandemic. I hope he and his young family are doing well.

I'm cranking up the smoker today to cook chicken and hamburgers. We've got some friends coming over tomorrow, but I'll only have to warm up things instead of cook. Besides it is supposed to rain tomorrow.

Hoping to get another bed of sweet potatoes in the water heater curing room. It is already pretty full, but we can stack a few more boxes in there.

Tapestry

Lesley Elaine Greenwood

Published: March 2013

If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between

I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells
And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells.
I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea,
A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.

Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains
Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes.
I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups,
Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.

I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free
Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/tapestry

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“Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.”

I like your idea of recalling some of the writers that played a part in this community.

Naomi Shihab Nye has a notion about what we do here:

Every day as a wide field, every page
BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE
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Standing outside
staring at a tree
gentles our eyes

We cheer
to see fireflies
winking again

Where have our friends been
all the long hours?
Minds stretching

beyond the field
become
their own skies

Windows doors
grow more
important

Look through a word
swing that sentence
wide open

Kneeling outside
to find
sturdy green

glistening blossoms
under the breeze
that carries us silently

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And there were so many more poems to read!
Countless friends to listen to.
We didn’t have to be in the same room—
the great modern magic.
Everywhere together now.
Even scared together now
from all points of the globe
which lessened it somehow.
Hopeful together too, exchanging
winks in the dark, the little lights blinking.
When your hope shrinks
you might feel the hope of
someone far away lifting you up.
Hope is the thing ...
Hope was always the thing!
What else did we give each other
from such distances?
Breath of syllables,
sing to me from your balcony
please! Befriend me
in the deep space.
When you paused for a poem
it could reshape the day
you had just been living.

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@randtntx

When your hope shrinks
you might feel the hope of
someone far away lifting you up.

magic music to my ears

Thanks!

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Terrific visuals in your poem. Thanks for the reminder of Mark from Queens. Another sharp mind with a gift for writing. I realize I missed including magiamma with her Hot Air OT's, sharing her work in healing the planet. There were many other voices worthy of honorable mention. DetroitMechworks, Opol, Dallas Doc, Hecate and Janis B. Plus all the current contributors of course.

A worthy chorus to be sure.

Thanks LO!

Off to do battle with the boats --

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in honor of Funk and a short succinct history of Black Music and a universal message.

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@randtntx

That's what's going on!
Peace, beauty and unity.

Many thanks Marvin and Rand Wink

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enhydra lutris's picture

endeavor. All those words and visions long past, yet still stashed in the site's electronic memory if one knows but where and how to find them. Great photo of a great piece. Do enjoy your maritime endeavors today.

be well and have a good one

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That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --

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and hecate’s been around recently.

I do miss the others you mention though, and I appreciate your personal community engagement and encouragement.

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Tapestry is a good way to describe life, and it's tugs here and there.
I just howled at the full moon, for no other reason than wonder.

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"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false." ---- William Casey, CIA Director, 1981

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@on the cusp

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@janis b @janis b I do a great hound call. My brother raised them also, and he can mimic a hound on the hunt. Mine is more hound excited about getting fed, or seeing me come home from school or work.
Hope you are great out their in paradise, chica.
You might be closed in physically, but you are only a few typed words from engaging with friends.
We are here for each other.
Always.

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"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false." ---- William Casey, CIA Director, 1981

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@on the cusp

of all things supportive.

"Mine is more hound excited about getting fed, or seeing me come home from school or work."

I especially like the feeling that comes with the excitement of reuniting with the loyal hound always there when you get home from school ; ).

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@janis b beyond all others, and all things.
The last 5 hounds of my life are buried beside my yard.
If they can be loyal, so can I.

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"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false." ---- William Casey, CIA Director, 1981