yesterday it was 70 degrees, today 65 and all this coming week in the 40's. Snow tomorrow..just a little. and WIND warnings. Language....warm/cold/wet/Wind....a kind of language, yes? Earth language?
goodbye warm evenings, speaking in the language of light
and Marti emailed her Pleasure of watching Angelique Kidjo on Austin City Limits which sent me back to UTube, not really hoping, but well, could just look, and Lo and Behold, it is THERE...her song Adouma, which Jude was good enough to put on my side bar for me because i still can't figure out how to do that, but it's THERE and i can click it any time i need it now, even if "They" decide to disappear it again.....from when she was much younger than now, and even now, she is magnificant but compared to Adouma days, almost matronly.....and i love it because it reminds me of my Other Self, my young and Fierce self and well, just really feels good to me. And how i love that i don't know the meaning to the words, they are sounds. I love the Sounds. I would trade sounds for meaning anyday.
and Onday was On it today, making these awful gutteral sounds directed to everyone and particularly to the buck pen. She is Very in heat and everyone was trying to ignore her as she cruised the middle pen looking for trouble...that she met late in the afternoon in Arctica and they pushed and shoved each other Hard against the fences, ...... language, again. Double click the pic
and this Cloth. Speaking a certain Language that is not literal. Stitching thing down lightly...it might change?, because i don't know the Language?