windthread

a perfect morning

 

long slow female rain last night. if again tonight, the toads will rise up.
rust and onionskin drying on the little cloth line

or this

 

i think this is it

 

Wind. Wind flows out of the Unknown that is always somewhere out there.
the Grasses found their place and don't know till i push publish this post, if they can be seen?

what if this?

 

not really this banner, not really the Raven
but the idea of what if there was a long cloth that i actually dyed mindfully
and then placed a "finished" cloth, the size of Raven, approximately like this.
and what if i then, just here and there placed small components?

or

 

lizard comes

 

this is pretty much 10 hours, this lizard. what if i quit for today and think about what i have learned.
want to put here because i can actually see what i have done.

1988, Ann Arbor, Michigan

 

in Michigan, it was salamanders. some skinks, but not a lot of lizards. Salamanders. all my life.
in 1988, i knew that something was shifting, that no matter how hard i tried, things that didn't make sense,
wouldn't.
and when i didn't know what to do in those days, i drew a self portrait.
here, a lizard. that said, go.
it's been a long time since then and many things have occured, and
here the lizard is again and this time says
stay.

a friend

 

in between
looking here, writing, thinking, i am finishing watering. it's dark so i take the flashlight to see if i've
given enough water (hose) and ta da, look who is glad that i did this.

raven again

 

just posted the raven as my hello post for Patchwork Beasts and realized, in seeing it there that i really like
very much the cloth to cloth woven bottom with whatever it is that's on my mind on the top half or so?
want to look at this more...

locust pods

 

and last eve, the first Hawk Moth. time to begin the daily watch for telltale stumps on the tomatoe plants.
what to do with the worm/dragons with Fiona gone this year?