a Lot of time spent looking here, touching, looking. How to use a piece of Cloth that is in its Self enough. If i made clothing, it could be the centerpiece. If i made pillows, then too. For a curtain, yes. But i don't need clothing, pillows or curtains. and so. How does it become a story?, because that's what i do. Cloth stories. I wait. looking. waiting. Hoping it will tell me something. But, maybe it won't. ok, then.
i hauled both scrap feed and manure from the Doe Barn. Some wheelbarrows full. Still January. There's time.
these are the sticks that i set into the fencing and splay over this raised bed to keep the Dog out...and since they were taken out today, She dumped a very adequate shit there. I scooped it up and flung it, saying NOT HERE!. Does she understand?
and...Belonging. Thinking about how i would introduce myself, in particular to the two new farm blogs, i heard self saying .............. "i belong to an international community of women who make things"
I belong. I belong. I do.
I belong.
