windthread

the dreaming

 

off and on between stitching the invisibles,  i am  propped up on the futon couch to read more.  My attention was caught to this window which is to the South...back over the Way Back and beyond to that very large old Cottonwood across the ditch where the pair of Crows nest year after year.  These pics are not correct.  The room is filled with SUN light...but the camera can't understand...the window there is bright and clear and Sky is just Out There and what caught my eye is Crow...riding the  thermals.   In and out of this "frame"  to the world OutSide.....no use of wing except to keep it out stretched,  this beauty Full effortless soaring,  circling,  spiraling and no Need of this other than for the Joy for the bird....back,  forth,  the window a window to watch Crow Joy and i go back to read more and i am way ahead...there's no use in trying to put here what is in this book,  which is what came from the Heart/Mind of Buhner...Too Much....so just pieces

Chapter 15  The Dreaming of Earth

"Archi means the first.  They are the primary or first things from which all phenomena come...they are the potentials that reside in the quantum multiverse.  Archetype,  the more familiar term, combines archi with type...meaning "impression",  from the Greek to beat or strike, to mold.  Archetype is the first expression of the archi in identifiable form...though not physically.  It means to prefigure or foreshadow.   The archetypes,  which reside in the imaginal world, prefigure the forms they become in our world.  As those archetypes express themselves into classical Newtonian space,  they change.  They are modified by where and how they appear.

Every form we see in this world is a modified expression of the archetype that underlies it.  The essential identity we recognize as     plant    for instance,  exists as a unique archi  in the mythic or quantum world,  what Masanobu Fukouka termed the Ocean of Being that underlies everything.  This is the place the Persian storytellers were talking about when they said,  "At one time there was a story and there was no one to tell it, :  or  "At one time there was a story but there was no one to hear it but God"

The archetype of plant,  however,  is to be found in the imaginal world,  the place from which Earth dreams form into being.  This is what Lao-tzu was speaking of when he said....

    Thirty spokes unite in one hub                                                                                                                                                   It is precisely where there is nothing                                                                                                                                       that we find the usefulness of the wheel

And when that archetype expresses itself into our world,  the archetype alters itself to fit the demands of the field in which it emerges.  The living organisms of this world have their roots (spokes) in the imaginal realm.  It is from there they are expressed.  Together they form the wheel,  the Earth system,  the thing that is more than the sum of the parts,  the entity that circles endlessly  in physical space."

Stephen Harrod Buhner

and as i stretched out,  propped up,  reading,  turning just to the right to watch that Crow,  i was  flooded with a sense of Gratitude that i could reach just this exact moment in my life......to read these words,  to have such a strong sense of FEELing them to be true,  to SEE Crow out the window,  to make a picture with cloth,  ....  to be me.  How i am.   Where i am.   Flooded with feeling.

 

 

    

 

 

~things~

lots of phone to California,  other things,  practicing what Wendy Golden Levitt calls...."the Holy No".

 

 

 

and she didn't say it,  but it is Inferred.  That Holy No .....opens the space for an equally Holy YES.

home

it's hard to know what to put here.  Each single page builds to the next.

"Once you come to understand, in your experience,  that you are just one life-form among many,  that you can meet the other life-forms here in moments of tremendous intimacy,  it enables one of the most wondrous of explorations possible.  To leave the human world behind,  the surface identity of the self, and swim,  only one life-form among a multitude,  deep into the metaphysical background of the world is to enter a place where we meet there as living beings,  identical in nature at the core, similar intelligences,  all given birth by Earth,  all expressed out of the Ocean of Being into form.  And in those moments of touch,  we look back at each other with luminous eyes and tell tales of the lives we have lived and the lands we have seen and speak of the commonalities of what it means to be alive on this Earth, kin, all of whom came from common ancestors long ago."

Stephen Harrod Buhner

 

so...here,  this red thread marks as much as we commonly acknowledge from day to day.  We know what meets our foot palms.  We know as far down as we dig to plant a seed,  deeper to plant a tree.  Down to dig a well.  Down further to some awareness of Geology,  our history.   But there is so much more and it is Inhabited,  it is  World,  same as the one we move in and more....it is SAME.  SAME world...breathing together...that far deep place,  this place of middle before Sky.....All One.

Everything except for that piece of Crazy Magic is stitched down today.  Some more stitches even have begun to the moment when i could feel it begin to become One Cloth...no longer pieces,  but One.  That feeling is exhilarating...the weight of it,  the substance of it...

joyfull

 

 

 

 

all but the Crazy Magic.  I can't decide which way it is turned and maybe i can't because i haven't heard the story yet.  so it remains loose...sometimes this way,  sometimes that.

 

i look from a distance.  sometimes that helps.  not today.

 

empathy for rain worlds

again.  Rain.  all day.

"We literally can't see the deeper dimensions of Earth if we remain in a human-oriented frame.  For we then tend to think that the oil,  in the California hills is,  and always has been,  there for us.  We believe that there is something unique abut our intelligence,  that we,  in our billions are intrinsically more important than the plants that grow in your yards.  Foundationally,  the thinning of boundary between self and other is crucial.  The complete elimination of it, is, at times, a necessity.  It is only then that it is possible to experience the other inhabitants of this  scenario from inside their own lives.  Understanding emerges, only at such moments,  that the human world and its concerns are as unimportant to the other life-forms here as the mosquito you just swatted is to you.  It changes things.  For the first time the arrogance of the human perspective vanishes.  It's possible then to see just how thoroughly it biases nearly every aspect of science....and how much it alters nearly every human intervention into the ecological functioning of the planet.  We have a place here, yes,  but it is not as important as we have been trained to believe.  The experience of boundary dissolution,  for the first time, lends a realistic perspective to the human orientation.  Behavior alters accordingly."

continuing with Stephen Harrod Buhner

 

one of the two "normal" green bean plants.  Why the new leaves are so pale???????

 

the stump.  But the stump that has only a partial leaf but still seems to want to Just Go.

 

the stitching has begun in earnest.

 

 

cold. rain. cooking beans. preoccupied.

 

"To be Called Beloved by the Earth"

"This kind of experience, when it first occurs, can be considerably unsettling.  The normal human markers are lost,  everything we thought we knew about ourselves becomes irrelevant.  Cultural definitions, the particular view of the world that we have accepted from Western science, historical markers, family stories, our personal biography....all the things that we use at a level deeper than conscious awareness to orient ourselves in space and time are gone."

Stephen Harrod Buhner      Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm

 

chronic Wondering

back again.  The book was returned from a Borrowing when i was in Magdalena and i am back IN

it.   Chapter 14.   The Imaginal World

 

and Here.   Everything is Here.  i think.

that first vague impulse

i could have stayed with it,  but i didn't.  Let Mind take me places that the Cloth wasn't.   That first impulse was about biosphere,  the physical and the metaphysical ....that wild little piece of commercial cloth is always talking about that.  I could have just gotten quiet right away,  but no.   And it took this long to return.  But here we are.  Back to where it wanted to be in the first place.  But at least it's now released....and the feeling of that is good.

 

so much talk around about  "weather" .   Past time here for the wood box and the kindling tub to go out.  

And i think too,  time for Tay's crate to get folded up and tucked away in the Albatros.  It's been months since she's gone in there.  Longer since she's been TOLD to go in there.  Now she sleeps next to the bed or sometimes out on the porch.   I don't think she'll miss it.   But it's also served the purpose of holding stuff that's coming or going...where i throw the morning going outside clothes,  the gloves.  Things that i need to take out to the car or truck.   And then that basket that holds various things.  Its been convenient.  But....in a lazy way.  Time now.  

its been a really Good day.  Gratitude for so much.

 

one that you dont need to look at

the computer desk has been caving in in the center of it's two parts for years.   it wasn't pleasant,  but not unpleasant enough to take it all down and apart for to do anything about.  But some things for me ARE a catalyst.  In this case,  the new

w h i t e

printer.    w h i t e  which would be very uncomfortable for me up there where the other printers have been.  The old HP that died was grey.  The new crummy Epson was a beautyfull Black.  This,  the cheapest of the HP line only comes in

w h i t e

so i said, c'mon, grace,  get over it but it arrived today and it was SO 

w h i t e

 

see it?  peeking out in all its whiteness...there beyond the chair cushion on the lower shelf?  That shelf previously had cobwebs dust maps and the phone book.   Everything came OFF the desk and i brought in some different 2x4s and re-propped and straightened, aligned....a few screws and TaDa.   Took a deep breath and ran the download for the set up and all went as it was supposed to and i have just fine enough prints of stuff.  Finally.  The crummy Epson will go on Freecycle with the statement that i hate it,  that it uses enormous amounts of ink but that it is virtually brand new.  Recycler beware.

There were quick Electrical Storms,  GRAND ones,  off and on,  sharing the day with brilliant Sun Light.

 

Old Woman Apricot wants to come in the kitchen window

 

what i wish and how it Is.

i wish i could just stitch pieces of cloth together.  I could,  i guess,  but i can't it seems.  But i could...like Jude taught...pairings for instance,  or even a 9 patch

 

why don't I ?

it seems it's how my life has always been,  serial monogamy....

 

 

 

the Cloth is making Sound,  i am just not understanding,  am somehow not letting go of some image that the Cloth doesn't want.  And so we wait.

 

 

there was a line of sediment from the tap water here.   It's in everything where the water is left to evaporate...dog bowl for instance...so i filled it with vinegar to sit in SUN's light and heat  

i don't know what's going on in my head.  I just drift,  thought to thought,  thought to somewhere where  i am not really even Present,  but somewhere Else that has no images and words but i Go there to that Place then float back.  Just floating,  drifting,  Sensing,  sensing, mostly.  sensing.  In the evening i give water to Plant People,  squat and notice how the day has changed them

journal for Alyssia...the One Year...if that's what it is

kind of an excess but needs to be here.  May  2016.  the NW corner of the House Yard,  butting up against the Doe Middle Yard and along the Migrational Corridor.

May is the Beauty FULL month.  Green.  Before the Heat when all Plant People turn to making seed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wildflower

 

 

 

Lying on my stomach at Ground level....how Lizard might See

 

the Mexican Elderberry that looked DEAD after the 17 degrees below zero a few years ago.  Not.   The top, yes,  but from the root,  it begins again.   Those dead top branches...the birds still make use of them,  so they stay,  as is

 

it's Blooms,  so fragrant and so much for the Tanangers short stay

all the above.   All i have done is give water.  And give water,  really,  sparingly and not to all,  but for their own reasons,  they choose to thrive.  There is an incredible growth of Lambs Quarters which is more nutritious    than any spinach or kale i might plant.   I pulled almost all the kochia and flung to Goats.   I am Fascinated by this 16X24 space of Earth......what is it Doing?  What does it SAY?

 

the Cloth is quietly talking.  It's unclear.  I am waiting.