windthread

Guess who's back?

W I N D.  Thought he'd gone.  Not.  

Went to see Alz. B.  Lots of mothers there.  

This morning, as it became Light,  from the view of the Morning Chair,  i saw for the First Time,  the beauty of this pot.   I'd watered the earth in it well and the porous clay of it was saturated.   I'd brought it home last year from one of the places i work.  They'd thrown it out.  It took till now to actually See it.

 

 

 

spent some more time with my feet.

tore out the tile under the bathroom sink...inside the sink cabinet.   It had been giving me the creeps for years.  Done.   Opened up the computer and lo and behold a Whole World of Dust and cat hair and unidentifiables.   Unreal.  Vacuumed and dusted the fans with a stiffish paint brush.

 

Another Love Letter.  This time a River.

a buzzing sound....two edits on Sunday....

a medium pitch buzzing sound when i try to download pics from picasa.   Usually it stops in a short time.    i just turn off the computer for a while.   Tonight,  it kept up.   So i just went to lay down  in my beloved bed.   But found self 

waiting.

and here i am.  Creature of habit,  wanting to finish off this day,  as i do.

 

back to the Mallow of yesterday.  Today,  i looked.   Saw how it is the Year of the Mallow, evidently.  It is Strong,  and coming up everywhere.   So take note of that.  Not knowing Why...but taking note.

 

Spent the day Bare Foot.   Foot palms to the Earth.   Walking the Rim.   Ordinarily,  i refer to the Rim as the western horizon because that is what i can see as the edge of the planet unimpeded.  But today,  i focused on the fact that really,  I am on the rim.   There is nothing between me and Sky.  I am on the Rim,  as i go about the day.  The very edge.  Bare Foot.

 

and i took a pic of this Plant Person...over in front of the Albatros.  I keep walking around it,  noticing it.  But today took the pic.  Might be Milkweed?   There was an urge to spray it to make it more clear,  but the water would also excite any of the GoatHeads that are lying there,  waiting for water and i don't want to do that.  So, a dusty vague image.

Sunday:  Goatheads are little spikey seeds that are of Puncturevine,  Tribulis terrestris L.  which can lay dormant 4-5 years but receiving just the most small amount of water....Grow.   the seeds look exactly like  goat heads.

 

 

 

Wild Rose blooms

 

and a second Altar.  right now only that Mother of Thousands plant that i didn't want but was given even tho i said i didn't want it.  and  i brought in a pot to put Dill in.   And the scurs of Goat.   For now,  just these.

Sunday:...i forgot to say the rock that i got in Magdalena.  this too.  it was first, before the scurs.

 

and over it, just to the right so many bells

 

and here,  my most loved shirt.  well,  probably,  not exactly sure,  most loved.   But close enough.  Plenty here for more Butterflies.   Plenty.   I wore this shirt forever.  But now,  i don't seem to wear anything that......well,  .....attracts attention.   I go incognito.   So,  tho it is the most magnificant shirt,  it can become Butterflies.

 

I took out another stenographers notebook.  Thinking i will use it to record stuff of the Planet,  the Earth here.   Because of that buzzing sound.  In case.   In  case  the computer blows up.   But then i think....Why?  Does it really matter?   Thinking.

I looked everywhere i could think of today for Word of the Planet.  like word of the Planet TODAY.   No news.   it's all from last year at best.  

There is this  Indescribable Love and a Great Great Sorrow.   a Tangle.   This is what i Live.

a slow and very Good day

first day i was able to stay Home all week.   Received with great love,  this day.

 

the Mallows have begun to bloom.   i gave water,  but they don't ask for it.  They just thrive on what seems to be nothing.  Mallow.

 

This love letter is finished.   It's over in the little shop.   

soft pleasure, just love

invisible baste,  thread beads  (Jude Hill)  

i think these small cloths are just little Love Letters to Life as i know it.  just little Love Letters.

small simple cloth again

kept thinking that this face is too pretty.  But,  faces ARE pretty.,  as are Butterflies.   So..i thought, ok,   it's ok.    and maybe ALL faces are pretty...in that,  well, you know, sense of the word....maybe All faces are if there is just the eyes,  two nostrils,  a line for a mouth?

Sandplay~Cloth making

it's been almost a week i didn't make cloth.   I looked.  Every day.  But i did not stitch,  or even move pieces around.   Even though i did not take the small scraps off the table,  that for those days was a dining table,  just moved them to the far side,  moved the thread basket to the far side,  i didn't work cloth.    There was a

Pull.

Today i washed with my fingertips the pieces that had been sitting in a basket.

 

 

and hung them to dry on the back of the chair.

 

this one i left As Is.   i wanted to see the comparison.

 

 

i fooled around with these faces.

And i kept thinking the words of Wendy's children.  

Children.

"I did not know that I could build a life with what I love.  The cloths taught me that.  I love the cloths."

"Can you heal the good back into me?   That is what I ask the cloths.   And they always answer Yes."

i need to go back, first, before going On.

And i think i will use some capital letters for this post.   See how that feels.   If it makes things clearer.

Terri left this morning and i went to work.   Came home and took a deep nap.   Waking,  there it all was,  or much of it.   Just right there.    Terri was a Great visitor,  she is a Good Good Woman and has a gift for remembering.   So much of my life is a blur.   But when someone else remembers,  i can see it all and remember too.  Terri did this for me.  It was/is a Fine Gift.

I need to go back.   The same day i posted about Wendy Golden~Levetts book of Thank You,  was the day Terri arrived and i had to leave it there.   I need to go back to it.  Now, even more.

 

The photograph at the bottom right.  The sand tray.

 

 

Wendy is a Jungian Therapist.   C. G. Jung.  You could google that if you wanted to.  In that Other Life that Terri remembered for me,  I had spent some time studying  the work of Jung.  It was the  life at the underpinnings of all else.  Then came Art.  Then came all manner of Metaphysics.   A lot i'd forgotten.  Terri remembered.   But that's about later.  Right now, 

Active Imagination:

is a cognative methology that uses the imagination as an organ of understanding.  Disciplines of Active Imagination are found within various philosophical, religious, and spiritual traditions.  It is perhaps best known in the West today through C.G. Jung's emphasis on the therapeutic value of this activity.                                                                                                                                                                                  Wikipedia

 

Sandplay:

Sandplay is hands on psychological work.  It is a powerful therapeutic technique that facilitates the psyche's natural capacity for healing.  In a "free and protected" space provided by the analyst, a client creates a concrete manifestation of his or her imaginal world using sand, water, and miniature objects.  In this way Sandplay helps honor and illuminate the client's internal symbolic world and provides a place for its expression within a safe container,   a tray filled with sand.              from  Googling Sandplay....C.G. Jung Institute of Los Angeles

 

In the midst of all this,  the May 12 issue of The Nation came into my mailbox.    Front Cover:

CLIMATE REVOLUTION

The cover article,  Mark Hertsgaard,  entitled  Everyone's Climate

So, here we have a lot of Stuff.   A lot of grist for the mill.  And i want to go slow with it because there is too much synchronicity.

Yesterday was Alz B's Birthday Party at the Old Folks Home.  Terri and i went.  Not so many people came as last year.  But we had good artisan pizza,  carrot cake and butter pecan icecream.  It's part of all of the above too.  Sang a couple hearty renditions of Happy Birthday.  Other things stand out.  But i want to just leave them hanging in mid air for time being.

and just to say....I love you ALL,  very very much,  for being on the other end of these posts.  And now,  i  better know why.

Love....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Water Canyon

 

Alligator Juniper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Terri

 

and i   love this pic of me.   it appears that i have a butt!,   which i don't.  but  it is an Illusion and i love it.

 

we went on to Magdalena.  at Stella's Rock Shop i got this.  almost for Nothing.  He liked us.

today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the brightness of human spirit

i want to put these here this morning.  they say a storm is coming.  and i really needed them to be here, in case Electric goes out.   i will come back later to put some words if i can,  but if not,  Jude has words over at the MotherShip...Spirit Cloth....   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are so many things to say,  but  really,  the words here and All the words in the book tell the story so much better.   The books arrival came as a complete surprise.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  i read and read and read the childrens words,  went back and read them again.  and continue to.  Many times a day.  the images and the words come at a particularly vulnerable time for me and though i have known of the Strength of these children for a few years,  to see it before me like this is such an affirmation of the Beauty of humankind, the great capacity of creating one's own story to heal.   Wendy uses the words "rugged determination  in creating a meaningful life".  Rugged Determination.

only that first page is of Wendy's voice.  All the rest,  words of the children.  and as i continue to read,  i am so struck by how they took their Places among us,  the Makers,  and found such strength of vision,  strength of their own stories.   how they Worked.  

So beauty Full.  so full of Heart and such a gift to Us,  encouraging Us to believe in Ourselves,  in Basic Goodness,  and in the simple work of Making.