Transcribed from a typewriter:
Today marks a moment where I finally felt the blood pulsing through my veins
all the way from my brain center of my pulsing organ, that is my heart
My Smooth skin is sailing.
feels, tactile (Death. Birth)
I am in my first trimester. Birthing the harmony between needle and fabric (maiden and mother)
into being
I am to embark, set sail, cast off
cast in
to my
Quilted Pregnancy.
Filled with Harmonic Fertility
My time is being tic tocked on my moon clock. Fabric. F A B r i C
BLANKET. Quilt. Inside of me
inside of me.
Traditionally, the quilt is sewn to mark a right of passage.
(GURTH, BIRTH)
A marriage,
a motherhood
or all of the bible scriptures, old baseball jerseys , a coming of age
a passing
down of log cabin
patterns, and embroidered stories
I am vibrating,Pulsing the needle, with my juicy, swollen, ripe, innocent, beating, vibrating, dancing
Heart.
The pulsing heart needle drags the thread through the fabric
into being.
Needle:sperm, fabric:egg
a story is born
I love you. I love this.
ps. i want to meet your typewriter.
also, you need to see this if you haven’t! <3
http://www.quiltart.com/challenges/yoni/index.html