blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
In the 4th episode of ‘How To Sew A ButtoN’, I’ll teach you how to sew a 4 hole button (again) with this being a series, keep in mind….it’ll get more random as it continues. I can only imagine what awaits us 36 episodes down the line…on the 40th episode! we shall see! Until then, stay in tuned here on my website for new upcoming additions and reflections. Welcome to any new viewer who have been peeping out my webpage. I hope to connect with more folks in the real, via algorithmic persuasion! Blessings, y’all ! ❤
In the first episode of this series, I teach you how to sew a 1 (u) hole button.
this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned to ‘here’ for a special announcement
while sleepwalking the dream deferred I was then sewn up, folded down, as my voice went unheard my spirit yet sought to eat the written word as my midnight repentance’s slurred…
to underline the meaning of the said pitch jars of stones, drawers of spells, are requesting a stitch placement – where could the key abide? if not in a enclosed location – where memories are kept far and wide!
meanwhile the coattail of their foundation proved genuinely steady but the camisole was see through, collapsing my bashfulness, surrendering me ready…
as wavy fiction produces depictions of various inflictions many of which attempt to make clear sense or else the pot is in need of a rinse for the container can only contain so much, before spilling over it’s been said : reality is a four dimensional clover.
so i’ve come to the same conclusion. a route destined to a recurring confusion. like a cul-de-sac – the ‘whereabouts’ ain’t amounting to jack!
i’ve test drove many herbs & clusters: for it provided a pleasure i dreamed to be the case. flowers rooted in the soil but soon destined to be inside of a vase.
the memory of life wishes to revive. but in between my closing eyes, this departure must contrive. to a place I’ve known? i’m kept grown!
when the aura comes around once more – what then, is left to be obtained?besides allergies from the flowers which have left me pained! maybe some visualizations are better seen within the dream? it need not be for real, otherwise my hesitations will scream!
upon the alarm, my trepidation returns deferred sleeping and waking life diffusing my fears into me like a songbird
but i missed the motion sought to keep me dancing instead my spelling was silenced to restless nights romancing sliced by the cut : as to excite the allure of the jiggly phat, what?
“ease on out of that pie!” or else you‘ll DYE : teeth darker than mud – ruining those pearly whites for a musty crud! wouldn’t that be a shame? ha, i can explain! :::
as forces are sent to convict – the mind of the infidel because they dared to call out the BULL, which would have otherwise continued stubbornly stool. buried underneath, allowing advantages to be traced!some have already gone to waste, others?are lurking by at an inquisitive pace!
thus, this dREaM DeFeRrEd requires a writing down of every emotion stirred to embrace : the flower & vase
before it goes away into withering decay. knowing that this transfer must occur, despite the lines which will inevitably blur! ….
as you were, The Game is Over for my Coeur… blessings and light to Yael Naim & David Donatien for all of their timeless offerings. this one goes all the way ❤
Wh000aaaa? that’s Marvelous! CAN I GET A WITNESS IN HERE? it appears to me that we’ve tapped into the : MIRACULOUS, WEB – MAZE! – but who could ever think that we could be so overwhelmed? how could we ever begin – when there is no foreseeable end? how can we return back the default option – when endless labyrinths exist by the opening of doors and drawers.
“we all have that one drawer which stores random paraphernalia. when looking for a box of screws – you instead see various nails. long nails. small nails, and even medium sized nails – but your hammer just left you screwed!”
according to the national headlines – the masses have drunk the juice of misfortune. after all, what is a story unless it’s laced with some form of:
conflict and resolution!
tabs and windows!
molasses and lighting!
As this key transcends the usual behavior of access, protection is governed to those who created the casualties. Through the passage of confidentiality – this systematic matrix, is initiated by the trusted click of secured relevant information!
They aimed it to be an encrypted casualty – one that in totality gave life to the user and password.
It can not be contained by memory only but written encryption.
::: – ENCRYPTED CAUSALITY
yet we are still…
this Web is hilarious. we’re all stuck now in a Maze which doesn’t point to an end. it’s continuing to feel more isolated. cold. ostracized. overall, things are getting more dusty. whose gonna trace their names and numbers onto the furniture while also remembering to clean their hands afterwards?
not long ago i noticed a spider spinning down nearly approaching the countertop. i attempted to capture the spider by taking a napkin and placing it directly under it, so it would land on it. however, to my shocking surprise – the moment it barely graced the napkin – it immediately spun all the way back to the top of the radiator. one thing became very clear to me – in real time, one can easily return back to the hard surface – instead of freely spinning out in the open air.
very few things sweep us into the miraculous! when it seems impossible, unlikely, and rare because you were among the first to witness it. if it appears to have never happened before – think of it happening outside of yourself. how often do we allow ourselves to feel the plight of our neighbors?
for the elderly in society – they are rarely visited in their care homes. most of them rely on daily activities such as bingo, puzzles, and live entertainment to invigorate their days. otherwise, Monday is not much different from Sunday. with social distancing becoming more and more recommended – one has to wonder how isolating one feels even more so, now that families are not able to see their loved ones (or gather in groups larger than 10) in fear that covoid-19 could spread faster.
desperate times call for desperate measures. even when provoked at every corner we are persuaded to think of everyone involved. we’re all linked into the night and light. this has caused a fundamental shift in feeling. it’s weird. it’s boredom. it calls for various questions! some of which – I can’t begin to write down. the blues provide clues to the shadows.
i’ve said it before and many have seen it before – but BUTTONS CONNECT! the future *may* be wireless but buttons are right now. buttons, wires, cords, switches, are all physical knobs we could use right now. my curriculum as of late has been stitching, sewing, and cutting various threads.
WHAT IS BUTTONS CONNECT?
well think about it. buttons do connect. if an articel of clothing is divided by space – it’s secured safely by connecting the button. it’s a simple mechanism that has changed the game in terms of functionality and aesthetic appeal.
a door and circle
color on white
I formed the idea behind ‘buttons connect‘ as I realized the therapeutic value it created for me. I saw a story behind the button instead of just seeing it as an accessory. buttons are probably the easiest way to add color to an outfit without being too flashy or extravagant. there’s a story behind everything and buttons happen to be about the most reasonable of all functions – CONNECTION.
buttons are so common that you probably don’t know anyone who has NOT worn any article of clothing without them. they are THAT functional and plentiful. the button would be nothing however without the thread which holds it down. this string provides enough girth and strength to keep the button fastened to the surface.
looking like here is not where it use to be
in the same manner, the thread is nothing without a medium – this is where the needle makes its introduction. the thread is then carefully inserted into the needle hole and then fastened at the end, which creates a knot. these things must come together, this is likened to a seed. there is a need for fertile ground, an energy source, and then water to flourish a flower. in order for a button to connect:
you need only a button, thread, and a fertile (stable) surface in order for the needle to go through to stabilize the connection.
buttons connect is a movement where I am bridging the gap between use and misuse. remixing by adding and subtracting. changing. this is a new movement where there’s an emerging statement. my feet are arrows because it aligns with the idea of me going all over the place. the green arrows keep going and flowing!
buttons connect attempts to listen to what our hearts say and channeling that information into our creations so that we connect with one another and free ourselves from the mental baggage that we have been laced with since birth. buttons connect is connecting those encoded symbols in a way that frees our minds and hearts from the illusion of the false fabric of reality so that we can begin to sew and weave our own realities in a way that connects each of us with one another in creative ways.
you can start with something simple – then transform it and recycle it from what it was into something that you want it to be. turn less expensive things into fashion statements and weave them into your new fabric of reality. buttons are a great symbol of taking something which we all have access to, and recycling it into something new based on the moment and occasion.
(rift your thrift!)
this is all creating more instead of consuming! we have to connect and work with one another to build new patterns into the framework of reality after untying and unravelling the influences of the previous world of illusions which is keeps us tied down into a system (*stares in capitalism*) that has never been in our best interest. here is to reconnecting to our hearts to become our own weavers of our own realities!
connect with me by sharing the ways you’ve seen parallels between what is spoken and what is not. the thread is not as alien as it may look. it’s a small world but a larger one when you can remove the veil and understand what was there all along.