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mood ADDENDUM Monday 6~5

this morning i thought about wanting to find a therapy group

for old women who always wanted to become something.   An artist,  a writer.   A formal Student of the Universe

and never did.

old women who DID become mothers,  grandmothers and then,  if lucky,  great grandmothers.   While still harboring the urge.  and so,  never quite giving their all.   just their some.   

reconcile

 

MONDAY,  June 5

i love all the responses.   I wish we could be EveryThing,  right?    To become a therapy group we would need to be Real time and that's something beyond my reach.  We would also need a facilitator.   We would need to ask the Universe for that.   Maybe even someone  "out there"  who reads?  and Could?  Who knows.   But in the meantime,   what is the bottom line.   If you want to be a writer,  you WRITE.   if you want to be an artist,  you MAKE ART.  

so...maybe just a Shift.  We'll see.   I met Marti LOOOONG  ago when we joined Story Circle Network.  I'm trying to remember how that went.   I am understanding that sometimes comments are just lost and sometimes those are heartfelt and long and the loss is a bummer.   So...just to say,  in the moment,   if there is something anyone wants to offer Us here and it's 

long

you could email and i would post it.....??????   i would be honored

i LOVE you All.  US.

One of the songs Emrie's kindergarden sang at graduation was  My Name is You.   if you type it in to You Tube...Sesame Street

We All Sing the Same Song

 

kindergarden Graduation Day....!!!!!!

typepad does not allow me to put pics....ok......

but it was an EVENT!   Ms. Johnson....i cannot say enough about Ms.  Johnson.    There they were,   the raw mateial given to her and they Sang and had learned to snap their fingers and do hola hoop and so so so much more.   The kids.   i took a zillion of pics of them on the risers,  if double clicked,  their faces ,  display of Interior Them,  i wanted to show you that      over and over and i love looking at them over and over and i took pics of the audience gathered in the cafeteria,   all manner of humanity,  just so exceedingly Beauty FULL over the brim,    there to celebrate their children who had made their way through Kindergarden to the other side.

bless Us  All

in my world, every day

this

what i thought i wanted to say turns out to be not at all what i want to say and it's too LATE to let the saying flow of Its Own Accord 

so.    Just the pic for today.   India Flint.   recognizable anywhere.  India Flint.   bumped into this pic in the Archives.  13 years ago  i was found by her work.   Her magic.  The incredible Beauty.      Tomorrow, then.  

 

TUESDAY...the tomorrow referred to above,   and i was gone all day,  came back with my head full of the world.   So    I want to just keep this here again.  I can't quite "touch" what i want to.  

One More Time   WEDNESDAY.    13 years.   Finding Spirit Cloth,  Jude Hill and through her,   India Flint.    Finding OUTSIDE of me,   things of my Self,   familiars.   In the case of Spirit Cloth,  SEEing.   India Flint,   FEELing.    and so...those 13 years.    In looking to see where i am this year,   what i find is the thing of Diorama which goes back to my childhood,  to the creek,  the Michigan woods.    Diorama...not as other but as Self.  and self not  In,    but self OF.   

India Flint's books.   Eco Colour     Second Skin

there is no Spirit Cloth book.   i wish there was.   to hold in my hands,  carry.   not an image on a screen,  but a page.  paper.

it's beginning

the Soaproot.    Moths will come.   I love imagining this,  Moths fluttering in the Garden  in the Dark of Night.   

work day

pounding Tposts along that last stretch of rim along the steep  hill of the creek  that had

remained unfenced...no need because of Tay.    No Tay,  so now,  need.

Kids learn independent play.   double click

Lucky Star, the eldest

a bouquet for this day

I woke,  put on the kettle,  looked at the headlines,  made the tea    ...   read Jude's post.   read it again.   stared.   what was i seeing?   drank the tea while continuing to look and wonder.   As has become my habit,  went back for the "Little Sleep".  20 minutes and waking again,   as it always seems to go,   i   understood   something.   This time it was  set into motion by the pic in her post that  didn't have anything to do with what i thought i saw....it was instead,  an answer to what i hadn't even asked.

about how things have come to be  in the last months...no order,  no plan,  no figuring out.   Learning to live like that.   Learning to 

live.   just live.   Live the day,   As Is.

the bouquet is from a quart zip lock of scraps that i had tucked in there as i went along with the Spiral Blanket,  there are 2,  one for those a  bit larger.   They have stayed in the Ready to Go Evac Basket at the end of the table bench.  i  just left it there all winter.   Here it is again.  Fire Season.   That winter of RAIN,   the repeating Atmospheric Rivers,   the GREEEEN of the last month and now the sudden browning,   Fire Season.    Somehow,  Jude's post was a key.   to seeing how i am ready to do it all differently.  and how i don't know at all what that means.   But it is not about figuring anything out.  but rather,  just living.  Every day,  in love with Life.   As Is.

caring

so after re~potting,   she kept Just Going...continuing to form her bloom and then Bloom.   Her obvious child there now in it's pot next to her.

 

in the process i took the buried  Hopefulls  and just plopped them in some earth in half filled  pot and dropped a piece of wet cardboard on them so they woudn't have to lie there exposed.   Each time passing by i thought of them but didn't want to look.  Just soaked the cardboard and let X=X   as Laurie  Anderson sings.

 

well,   Life wants to live.   

And.....Gumweed

photographer...Cory Maylett  via Wikipedia

Also,  on the glorious Saturday,  i asked Matthew if he knows any herbalists in town...no,    but  one in Paradise,   he would message me.   and he did.    her website   Wildharvestedesthetics.    I look and is a beauty Full site but most  "beauty" products,  toners and elixers yet,   near the end,    Gumweed Healing Oil.   I search.

first   Native Memory Project :   Indigenous uses       secretions to relieve asthma, bronchitis, colic.   boiled extract of leaves and/or flowering tops relieve saddle sores and raw skin.  Consumed as tea in attempt to cure tuberculosis and again as tea to relieve coughs and as expectorant,  to    treat dizziness.

Next    excerpt from Jim Conrad's Naturalist Newsletter:   on stems 4 to 7 ft tall it produces clusters of green, spherical flower buds about the size of quarters.  The  buds scales (involucral bracts)  end in outwardly flaring spinelike tips that might dissuade a browsing herbavore.  The very unusual thing however is that at the bud's very top there's aways a sizeable gob of very sticky white latex,  like milkweed milk.   This gummy stuff keeeps out bugs that might otherwise enter the bud and eat the all important, tiny composite flowers.  When the flower finally opens,  the youngest immature flowers remain safely immersed in latex.   Only when they mature to the point that they need pollinators to visit does the latex disappear,  leaving normal looking dry flowers.   Treats Poison Oak  

i order .   then call and leave a long message  explaining how i am looking for someone who can make a healing salve like the much valued  one from TakingRoot,  Lani,   that Cynthia  and i love so much,   no longer available.     She returns the call and it is WONDER FULL...she,  so much like the young man Saturday,  the exchange so easy.   She asks many questions  about my toes,  about my experience with Plantain,   we talk about those specifics,  but also the nature of the healing mind of the plants and she is extremely knowledgable in both the  Spirit and the Science of medicinal plants.   it ends in that she will make this salve,  having all the ingredients ...EXCEPT  Plantain!,  but she explains how to continue with it  as i have been.   She comes into town sometime this week and will even drop it off!   

i could not hope for more.