windthread

continuing with the feeling: purpose less ness / meaning less ness

and nothing to do with that,  having become obcessed with the colors of Jude's Magic 2  in lamplight, Jan 15th post...a cold morning.  i have no idea what has gotten into me.  i am NOT a yellow person,  but the colors there, greybluegreenbluebutteryellowivory just have me Caught.  yellow.  pale, vague yellows. ivory yellows.   i have NO yellows, really.  well, a few, but they are more canary yellow.

and suddenly, i think of the onion skins in the gallon jar that i get from one of the growers at the local Farmer's Market:

and then, i got a call from my down the road neighbor/friend inviting me for a Martin Luther King  Prayer Tie Making Breakfast.....?........and an aside,  it will be also Wrestling competition, which is not quite what it sounds like because the kids will be involved too.  5 seven year olds.  so, it's kinda women/kid wrestling.   she invites me to some gathering about every 6 months or so and i think maybe every two years i go.  but this sounded too good to pass up for a person drifting in Purpose less ness:

i had taken one of my bags of scraps from forever.  the big spool of knitcroshene for tie string. colorfull.

then, home again and finishing the last line, i filled a tub in the sink and have submerged that cloth.  i don't have a washing machine.  so, am hoping that if it sits in there all night,  it might work to soften the weave of all that commercial cloth that is          stiff.  ????

this was with the flash.  below,  without, which didn't really work, but....i liked what happened anyway.........

 

 

 

 

 

purpose

life and magic

this is me and Rene.  my wolf dog Sky.  Winter Sky at Twilight, to be exact.  it is taken when i was living in the airstream trailer.  at least 17 years ago.  so, somewhere around there, give or take.

if you read the last post, there was a comment from Rene.  we haven't been in contact for these 17 give or take years.  this photograph was taken during the last time i thought i could COUNT on

magic

then things happened.  and i turned my back on what i believed to be

magic

now, as in today, i cannot tell you what i believe about magic.  some time ago i stopped trying to confine those thoughts into any Form and just let the days be their own and try to place myself in them in a good and honorable way.

and here, today, is Rene.

and i still don't choose to define my sense of    magic   .  there have been too many surprises for that.  but here she appeared.  she has been reading windthread "all along".  i         spoke   with her.  voice to voice.  she will come here and we will talk about the Diaries cloth.  she remembers a lot of me that i don't and sees it there.    what to think?   but, it IS the month of the Wolf Moon.  and there will be more about this, because it is about Rings and Circles and how life carrys us along,  bringing us to intersections to make of what we will.

 

 

 

so i went

the road in

i hadn't thought about the snow.  it was wet and muddy as we neared the actual canyon.  i looked to see if the shovel was in the truck, nope.  so we parked and just walked there.

the only time i caught Chinche...the minute i turn the camera toward her she disappears.

skeleton of a centipede

this and the pic before are of the road out, the road to the canyon road.  this is what you see in all directions.  hundreds of miles.   there used to be more trees.  desert trees.  but otherwise, it is exactly like it was when it was born.   out there in the distance, you can't see it, it is hidden, is the valley.  there is the RioGrande River, farms.  it is sparsly populated.  but everything there is human made.  you could say,  artificial,  compared to the canyon land and all the lands surrounding.  i like to think about this.  it's a big thought.  how everything was invented and created by human beings that came here. 

this is where the frontage road along the freeway splits off into Polvadera road.  the turnoff to the canyon road is about 10 minutes from my house.  i wanted to take some pics of downtown Polvadera but my windshield was dirty and Sun was riding low and straight ahead.  another time.

this is one of the more picturesque on the maybe 2 blocks of town.

this is more common.  the guy who fixed my tire last week was telling me how it used to be "back in the day".  he grew up here.  his family were land grant people.  he said there were many more homes, now all fallen back into the earth...adobe... and that everyone had gardens for their chilis and beans.  chickens. goats.  trailer houses were unheard of.  there was a general store and the building i showed you was a dance hall.  there was a cock fighting arena. 

this is the road to my road. 

my neighbor

those peaks to the right of the tree are the roof of an extremely beautiful home.  it's just over the irrigation ditch.  that's an interesting thing about New Mexico.  we don't have "neighborhoods" here that are socioeconomic in design.  there will be a junky trailer home directly next to a very elegant one.  it's just how it is.

that's my house.  straight ahead.

 

 

 

 

going back for a while

daughter still here and my ability to focus on the Diaries cloth is just not here.  so went back and got out this weave from Jude's Cloth to Cloth...one i did with the Weave Assistant......and am just stitching.  just feeling how it is now, some months later with the new favorite needle.  when i worked on this then, i was using my other beloved  teeny tiny oh so thin beading needles.  DO love them still, but am really into learning the different feel of the new ones.

and what will i ever DO with this cloth?  it is intense just of itself.   i drew some figures today...that female figure from the Raven Cloth that went to Wendy's children...simple form, hair stringing out with wind.  maybe that.  and maybe more of those black/white things that i don't know what they are?...like, moving in a circle.  ????  and i am thinking a lot about how i pretty much communicate with ....uhhhh....with the elementals, the planet, the things that are outside this house.  not so much at all with people.  except here.  maybe that's why i think so much in terms of   ~energy~.  words don't have much place out there.  and this makes me think of going over to the canyon on the weekend.  taking the "normal" dog, Chinche.  the snakes should be sleeping.  or, at least very drowsey.  slow.  yes.  i think i will do that.

 

 

 

look what i did

they came today.  there are 16 needles in each packet.  10 packets.  enough for a Lifetime?

tassels made from nothing

cricket hospice

normally, it's pretty predictable around here, anymore.  but now and then, stuff gets shaken up.  like the last few days.  and we all have to         ~respond~      as it comes.  but we get lucky with small moments when we can just catch our breaths.  like this:

when it's just us,  the crickets (who remain participants in the spontaneous hospice program provided by this house with lots of cracks of entry as the temps drop) ,  just cruise at will here and there.  by this time, they commonly have only one leg left, one or no antennae.  somehow no one gets stepped on.  and in the gaps of unordinary days, there are these moments to rest by the warmth of the fire.   this is a gap like that.  and i am finding self fingering and over and over placing, changing and placing these 4 scraps of cloth which feels to me like a dream the Cloth itself is having, and i am just in it...Their dream.

i go back and forth with this and just mindless stitching on this:

on New Year's day, i began trying to quit smoking*.  made some significant progress, though i guess i actually would have to say i failed, because i didn't  totally  Quit...and then .................. just a bunch of unexpected things began to happen and this morning i feel like an image in the viewfinder with  a ground glass focus mechanism of a 35mm SLR camera...just  "that much" out of focus and which ever way you turn it, ever so carefully, it's still just "that much" off.....    AND just let me say that anyone who sometimes has thoughts about not having had children....don't  devote too much time being wistfull.  it's is ok.  children, no matter how old, no matter how old the mother, require great flexibility of the Heart.  can sometimes make one of your antenna  fall off.         so ....* i had determined NOT to say anything about that here but i'm not one for withholding....