getting in touch

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On the other side of Z page "Touch" is the story who a girl who invited a story. As I have shared before (visit 4/28 post) there was a time in 1999 that I taught art at an elementary school in Guadalajara, Mexico. After a wonderful visit from Jennifer I had ZBOOK with me in Guad and brought it with me to school everyday. One day when sharing ZBOOK with 2nd grader Paloma, she began asking me about my friend who does ZBOOK with me. "What is she like?" I told her that she is fun, loves to play, and loves postcards. "I want to write her," Paloma said. So I opened up ZBOOK to a blank page and offered it to her with my blue pen. On the upper left of the page you will see the words:

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from Paloma.... Hi....what is your name?..... Are you a friend of Ms Ceci?..... Write me over here----->

She followed her words with a column of horizontal lines. "She can write me back here," Paloma told me. Jennifer did write back (in purple pen) later that year, unfortunately by that time I no longer lived in Guad and had already bid farewell to those lovely children.

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Many years later appeared this neuron atop this correspondence, which I would normally assume came from me, but this one has such the watery feel of Jennifer, the very veins I know so well from her hand... hmmmmm. Do you remember, Hemphill? It does seem evident that it was the last element to grace Z page since its body of veins extends perfectly into the space created by the leaf and correspondence auras. Right in the same spot... the birth, with Paloma's writing, and the close, with the hovering neuron.... full circle of life. Fitting for the season we are in, of autumn, fall, harvest. Perhaps that is why the leaf found its way here to this page spread. Fell right in.






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week twenty three >> "touch"

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In Jennifer's last post she comments on how she feels a struggle between the tittle of Z page this week "veins" and another which seems to stand out as the more authentic expression of Z page "touch." I thought to myself, wow! I though it was just me. Because for a few weeks now as I would gaze upon this page I was not quite at ease with the titled we had agreed on, I mean I am All about veins and it would be odd for me not to jump at the chance to revere them but even still it wasn't quite settling in.

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Turns out Jennifer was feeling this odds as well! Thank you Hemphill for voicing the unease so frankly to disburse any assumptions! I spoke with Jennifer after her post and it was like we had agreed on "Touch" all along, not knowing how it was that "Veins" had made it to our notebooks. After all, the beauty of this page the ability to Touch the very veins of this beautiful leaf from Richmond Virginia. Speaks to all the other tactile moments in ZBOOK, one of it's most wonderful traits. I hope that you all will be able to experience it in person one day.


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Touch

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There is a conflict in this spread – a battle between titles. ‘Veins’ has won round one, though ‘touch’ is shouting its glories. As I sit to write, in near depletion, having allowed myself to pour from my own sacred cup, rather than to give of my overflow, I feel a tiredness like none I have felt in a long time. The overloads of the last week, culminating in an event I’m managing tomorrow, remind me of the expenditures of energy Cec and I and many others engage in when we are working toward a show of our artwork. While my aim is not in finishing the touches of two dimensional artworks at this time, but in the final preparations for a big Hoe Down, I am pulling collected ounces of chi from all sources to fuel my continued steps. I’m calling in fact on my veins which pulse in and out with breath and blood and life for the body. I’m calling on my sleep guardians and angels to renew my juices. And I’m thankful for the sweet touch of my husband, as he comes to my aid in this state of exhaustion, to uncrease some knots and light soothing candles. And zbook, thank you for being hear in front of me to rest my head upon your comforting pages, you are a fuel for my soul life and I am so grateful for your replentitude. Blessings and rest, and wind find my window –J.

week twenty three >> "veins"

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Welcome Fall, welcome harvest, welcome ripeness and fulfillment and the falling away of all out-moded developments to clear the way for the next season of growth and unfoldment.

We celebrate the Autumn Equinox this week with Z page: "Veins"

words from Autumn in Richmond

It was upon reading the words atop the right, "leaves fall like organic glitter... all around, all around me... puddles of leaves up to my knees" that I remembered that this leaf came from the Church Hill streets of Richmond Virginia, where I lived for some 4 months once upon a time in 1999. It was my first east coast Fall and I lavished in the succulent colors of the season that had always shaken me to my core with renewal and utter aliveness. Perhaps because I was born around this time, at the gateway of the harvest season, when cycles complete into fruitful plenitude of life's abundance... and begin again. For me the Autumn has always been my spring; I am invigorated, ready for action, ripe, prime, and most alive.

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So imagine me in Richmond where my bedroom became succulent orange from the sun lighting up the tree outside my window, or walking down my street sailing through piles of yellow and crimson. Crisp air and even crisper sunlight, like experiencing life through a crystal. I could hardly contain myself. This leaf used to be deep orange, picked up from the walkway in front of the porch of the turn of the 20th century Victorian house I shared with friends, notably our dear friend, and PSL founding father, Hutch. I feel it was Jennifer who gave it the blood red aura that now sets it off. Perhaps with her scented ink?

Beautiful Equinox to you all... happy Fall.



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