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I’ve been thinking about adobe.

Brown blocks hand formed the way they’ve always done it.

Dirt and straw.

If you’ve ever had the chance to spend time inside an adobe home you likely have never forgotten the feeling you get of being held.

It reminds me of my youth in Michigan when we got blasted with a snowstorm and the following morning the scene was too bright for mortal eyes so I dug my way into huge white drifts of snow.

Secret caves tinted with butter-colored light seeping in through the packed snow.

It was so easy to carve away the insides and I lovingly patted the walls and made shelves and a smooth floor.

It felt more like home than home.

Secret. Mine.

Some guys in the neighborhood I now live in are constructing an adobe addition.

There is a preciousness to the site as they have piled the bricks lovingly around the poured foundation and they watch the weather closely for hint of rain.

Each day these beautiful brown earthen blocks inch higher as the men sing in Spanish and wave at me as I go by.

The whole thing gets covered up in the evening by a garish blue tarp.

Making a home…

I’ve made a few.

Each time I make one they get livelier and more beautiful.

Like more oxygen gets in and anything unnatural or pretentious is discarded at the door.

Here are my essentials:

light
space
quiet
safety
comfort
simplicity
sensuality
nature

That snow cave way back when was a fine, fine template.

Except I never figured out the heat issue.

Probably because I never invited anyone in.

I was too intent on making myself an island.

I just totally forgot the bridge.

For a long, long time I’ve forgotten the bridge.

But lately, I’ve got my drafting table out and a drawing is taking shape that intrigues me.

Still shadowy and indistinct but surely coming of it’s own accord.

It looks bridge-like but one can never be sure.

I think the most respectful thing to do is get out of my own way and let it have it’s own voice; undirected by me.

Because I have little knowledge of this ‘bridgeness’ but I know the island too, too well.

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2 Responses to “Home”

  1. Laura Hegfield on August 23rd, 2010

    Sweet Kathy,
    I believe see your blog, my blog, all welcoming blogs as bridges. So come and visit anytime you like:)

    ps. I’m glad you are drawing.

  2. Caitlin on August 23rd, 2010

    Love the notion of a drawing coming, emerging, as you draw and wait.
    Kinda like the beads that sit on bead trays as I walk by and move 1 or 2 …
    Design emerges?
    You’re an inspiration Cathy.

    Maybe I’ll come visit Santa Fe and you can teach me about blogging and emerging messages!
    Caitlin

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