things were going along when all of a sudden, found self looking for the "Breather's" cloth....and it went from there
this second a drawing on a print out.
So we circle back to the Breather. Having called out, Breathe ME, and it happened. What then does someone DO with that Breath?
Have you ever made yourself some kind of sacred circle? Maybe in childhood, you matted down tall grasses to create a Space? All my life i've done this....beginning with that hidden space in tall field grass, then squares and circles made of stones and sticks on camping trips. Then where i lived and then now, the Raft, i'm thinking. Just a small space, marked off in the most rudimentary way. And here, it's made of four Breaths. The next surprise was Her body. Going over to the scrap basket there it is. I NEVER would have "thought" this in my mind, but there is no question. This Scrap...which by the way is a piece of cloth from Deb Lacativa.
There were many faces today. Many more before this one with is neither this nor that i think and will work. Neither young nor old, this culture or that...a face. eyes nostrils mouth. a human face. The dog remains the same. And it is Raven, tho, not crow as i had originally thought. Ok. Raven then.
and in the Spaciousness of the 5 Days, maybe even some Aesthetics...like dusting off of Cobwebs? Maybe.
Dog and i worked outside, pulling and bagging the Bad Grass that can get lodged in an animal's nostrils. It was itchy work....mosquitoes from the Rain....but we persevered. And the Glorious thing is that there are THREE MORE DAYS
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later, rain in just sprinkles, then fat drops. Waiting for the last Feed of today. They are quiet because the last two Grass Hay bales have been boring. This difference, when it's just dry and falling apart to when it's dense and full of all manner of stuff. People keep saying that...Goats will eat Anything. Tin Cans. Plastic. I always just bristle. I suppose they will TRY because they are hungry and expected not to be FED.
i bring, what i think is enough, by the quality of the feed, by wheelbarrow to the fence. I then hoist it over into the first feed tub, then go through the house and Out and seperate it into 4 other bowltubs. I LOVE, just LOVE the sound of them eating...their beauty Full teeth ripping and grinding the feed. It's such a fine and Grand sound. When the feed is kind of ify, as in the last two bales, they are distant from it at first. Eventually, they do go to it and eat. but it's not the same. Tonight, i opened a good bale and it was Magnificant, the happiness.
and then, from this Evening's Rain, a Rainbow
it is Beauty Full and very Fine.
