that kind of straight line wind. NOT gusting, but just this one single constant WIND. Good news of the grandson, 24 yrs who flounders, the news making everything just that much Brighter. Granddaughter signaled her intent to try her hand at........clothmaking.!! I will send her examples of stitches in the mail. OR just now i thought...maybe one of Jude's online classes...!!!!!!!...????? Watched Nogal express himself in the most Great way...he DOES NOT LIKE the side oat grama grass hay. Usually just walks away. This eve he stood a moment then hooked his scur horn in the rim of the feed bowl and FLUNG IT OVER then set to flinging the hay EVERYWHERE with those same scur horns. Then he walked away. I am thinking he is not a really hungry Goat. But i like that he made himself very Clear.
i thought to check out Christa Tippet's ON BEING...can google it
and there is a truly WONDERFULL interview of December 11th with Joy Ladin entitled Gender and the Syntax of Being. It is ExtraOrdinary to me. About her transition of gender in her 40's. It is just the most tender and beauty full STORY of a human being. It is about so much MORE than what it's about. I will listen again tomorrow morning.
all the above while stitching Grass Seeds. and thinking about the question of yesterday, the importance of dialogue in making art.
AND IT'S 8:49 PM AND THERE IS GREAT WIND, RAIN, MEANING WATER FROM THE SKY AND IT'S FIERCE. fierce.....fierce.....and not so much as other places, like Vermont where Cynthia is, but fierce for here. So...i close the Dog Door. Hunker down.
9:o4 p.m.
Tay is not used to the Dog Door being closed. Even if she might not...MIGHT NOT...want to go Out in the WIND and RAIN, she is not used to not having the OPTION. She is uneasy. I am too.
We are uneasy.
