raking away winter's leavings under one of the little Native Plum trees and lo and behold...these beautiful pods. i have no idea what came before. i often wear out in august or september and just let it all go wild out there. and in this privacy, something grew. many beautiful black seeds. a gift.
the Mexican Elderberry. She who gives good green from her leaves in copper
so...inbetween the Daughter Cloth stitches, i need to work on this. it will be a variation on a dragon cloth...those central threads, the dragon and for the first time in days, my mind is creating pictures. we'll see what else wants to be here. but it is a very good feeling to feel the energy again.
Deb G said the other day about the sorrow in Japan:
"...how it could fundamentally change our lives, our perception of vulnerability" and then "equilibrium is going to be a long time coming i think, if ever".
then, Cindy said this about my mother's diaries:
"of all the things that happen in a day, what would we each choose to record?"
am thinking about these. and in terms of moving through this period of time with both the very great sorrow of Japan and also the potential for almost anything in Lybia, i am making my way through it as best i can and in this moment today, am thinking that there is really only one thing that i know for absolutely certain and that is of the destructive nature of nuclear energy. and what i know for certain too is that in these last years, very little has been initiated in this state toward developing Wind and Solar potential. these things i know. all the rest...i don't know. there are too many variables, too much that i am unaware of. too many lies. and so...with this one certainty, i will go forward. i will educate myself so that i can be well spoken about the state of nuclear "business" in this country. and it IS, nothing but business. i will be thoughtfull and find clear ways to express what i come to know and i will then take every opportunity i can; in the grocery store line, on the telephone, at the gas station, to the neighbors at the post office, anywhere i am, and i will plant a seed for alternatives. This i Can do.
the sludge is lifting, lightening.
