She is about to bloom. For sure, then, we will know her "name". But when you "google" her, there's not much information. In comparison to what she really IS...living near her. As i type this, her scent rises from my hands....a soft brief touch when i was giving water, and her scent lingers, strong, an hour later. And if i say, yes. this is "what" this plant person "is". What does that actually mean? I guess, it is a way to communicate. a way to exchange information. Like to Like. Across distance. This Hill to say, Jaimie's world. But it's not ALL of it. All of it requires learning a very expansive context. A complicated context that takes very soft, slow looking. A soft slow being with.
so there's that.
and then i thought today a lot about what things mean in terms of where i've "gotten to". All the places i had thought i wanted to go, could go. Again, Jaime's link took me to Susun Weed and back back back to so long ago now, to when i thought i wanted to be a midwife. How i read Susun Weed's work, Ina May Gaskin's Spiritual Midwifery, both of them making me want to "become" something...a midwife with knowledge of the Plant People. I ddn't.
and i have wanted to be other things. I wanted to be an artist. I studied with Kay Gould Caskey. Graphite. I drew a lot of things, but i didn't become an artist.
I wanted to become an artist of Cloth Making. I studied Jude Hill, and have made cloth. I have not become a Cloth Artist. I am a student of Jude Hill.
so i thought about all this today as i wandered around, calling Goats....Come Come...in a bright voice that they like and respond to...Come Come and i wander a hill and late in the afternoon stitch yet more Kantha stitches, slow slow they go and i thought about how i'd wanted to go sit in front of that Plant Person with my drawing journal and pencil and
it's dusk. The Goats are just over the way, browsing what is left from other browsing....evening and they don't like to go far from "home", so it's dry leaves and twigs. I guess i am a Goatherd. and i guess i am a grandmother. Julian returns tomorrow from New Jersey, his summer in the City and i will swim with him in the canal/creek.