windthread

day Light

i work then spend the light hours with Goats and Dog.

an ordinary day. of such Beauty.

there were 

some

cranes this morning.  Every few days now,  some.  Not like "usual" when there is a Flow of them,  their beauty Full Voices filling the sky and usually on the 15th of October,  amazingly enough.

but Crows.  Crows are gathering and moving Invisibles with their flight.  Don't ask me what the Invisibles are,  i don't know,  but there is a strong sense that it's what the Crows are doing...weaving invisible things.  Crows to me are Intermediaries.  

 

not even simultaneous, it's More than that

 

 

out of context......  from Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm   Stephan Harrod Buhner

"Despite our culture's willful ignorance,  deeper perceptual experiences and paradigmatic shifts in cognition are spontaneously emerging with more frequency, and much more strongly, into the human species.  For using this different kind of perception and thinking IS the way out of our predicament,  the way to solve the problems that those older kinds of thinking have caused.  It is an evolutionary necessity."

 

i realize today that this is going to take maybe a long time.   The above is Close to how it is but not really.  and no matter what i do,  i can't get it tweaked exactly how it is...color,  and through color, form.  The camera,  the Light,  picasa,  don't seem to be able to do that.  But it's close and it might be what i am hoping to achieve?  But i can't know unless i just keep going,  just one slight layer of color at a time.   Slowly.  and again,  the walnut dye marks on the cloth,  those that spontaneously appeared,  those marks dictate Everything here.    

 

and today,  at the bottom,  at the beginning of the road up and then through,  is a very very small figure,  barely there.

 

trimmings from the mint plant

 

Beauty is as Beauty is as a day is given just simple

scorched the last of the eggplants.   

 

again...Paticca samuppada....  dependent co arising....she sees a moon moth,  the moon and the moth rise

nothing in, nothing out

Alfalfa and wood have been delivered.  I've hauled in and stacked the grass hay.   There's room for one more bag of garbage before i have to go to the dump.  Went to the P.O. today.  3 days free from Cat Duty at Allan's before he goes off again to Alaska on Monday.

so.   no need to go  and no need for opening the Gate.  Son just called.  so  I will not answer the phone.

 

it's starting to really happen.  a little at a time...get it wet.  let it dry.  a little more.  

Was thinking about when the little kids were here this summer and we went to the Mineral Museum at the College in town...New Mexico Mining and Technology....to the new building for the Museum that is State of the Art....and the kids looked and wondered....What happened to give these stones and mineral specimens their color????   How could that happen?  And i thought today,  maybe this thing i am having about the Earth eating life,  absorbing,  and then recreating....maybe this is it...that some of it remains deep inside...colors of flowers, plants,  an animal or a person's eye,  some remains and gives the incredible array  deep inside...maybe it's true....

 

 

Sun coming through a piece of commercial lavender cotton,  which i would probably never use as it was,  but now....

and the kids,  and by kids,  i am speaking of the ones in their late 20's  and 30's,  mine and my brother's,  the kids like posting old people on FaceBook.  Mostly old people dancing.  But today,  my niece in Minnesota posted this one and i thought...yes.  This could be me in a while,  perfecting my Squash Soup.

 

 

too much Away

is just too much.   

i need some days of NO away.   When i can wake and walk to the cloth and stand or sit and Stay.  All day.  

looking for Ease

upon request i agreed to another Work Away day.   So this eve,  i'm sitting with friends,  watching dusk descend.

a rootling of mint.   if it takes,  will bring in for Winter.  am hoping the black plastic pot will be good to hold heat in the night when it gets Cold in the house.

 

 

 

 

wild

that odd little eyelet blouse that i wore...my summer uniform.  Short and really just below my butt.

so i had these linen drawstring pants that i'd take out side and hang over the fence or something in case of a reason i'd need to be more modest, fast.  You never know. Like the FedX guy. or the two old dudes who like me.   They are very baggy and so were not hot for short periods of time,  even when it was in the 100's.   I forget what happened to their original kind of sage green color,  maybe grease?  or bleach,  most probably bleach splash and then to compensate i soaked them in bleach but as it goes sometimes linen  ends  up a kind of pink color.   but about a week ago i got them and wadded them up and into the walnut vat for 2 days,  wrung out and wadded again into the dry aluminum pot to sit in Sun a while.  And by wadded,  i mean just that.  Scrunched.  Not tied or anything,  just that.  This morning before work i washed them out in the bathtub bucket and hung to dry.  They're  stiff,  there's still dye in the fibers so need to be washed in a machine which i'll do.  But the marks won't change.  They are Forever.

The marks.  If it were maybe 10 years ago and i still imagined becoming a Writer,  i would spend time with words,  to find the exact ones that could tell you.  Alas....that urge is gone.  So...lazy words....

there's something just so WILD about walnut dye that occurs of Its Own Accord,  so really overwhelmingly MAGIC to me.....how wadding cloth up,  leaving it sit in SUN,  this amazing Miracle occurs.  

 

 

 

for me,  these marks are stories of how it is.  That Thing that has me by the Heart of how it is just beneath all we know this Planet Earth to be,  how it's so much more and so ummmm,   well,  a lazy way to say it, so ALIVE....moving, changing, Being, creating, forming, living, birthing, dying, birthing again

i swoon  looking.

kind words, and words from Dee: " the allegiance to life as it happens (and not to how we wish it to happen)"

i don't really know how to say this,  i've thought about it for a couple days,  but i find it really hard to accept good and loving words about anything i do.  We all might imagine where that comes from in a person.  But, no matter,  it's not something i'm very at ease with.   I always need the qualifiers,  either out loud or in my head.  Am working on keeping them in my head and looking at them.

But Dee said something in a comment the other day that touched me so squarely in both heart and mind..

it was in the post about Snowbunny's death...

"the power of love,  the power of observation,  the allegiance to life as it happens (and not to how we wish it to happen"   and i was so blessed by these words,  the choice of each and the combination of them in the string of the sentiment she  was gifting me...and i thought i can claim this...i can claim   "the allegiance to life as it happens (and not to how we wish it to happen)....OH, YES!!!!!!!!!!  i can claim that.   Allegiance...what a BeautyFull word....Allegiance to life as it happens

so i thank Dee.  Writers find words and you found those, Dee and i Thank You so much for words i can wear on my shoulders like a cape.  Thank you.  I wear my allegiance like a cape.................

and if you want to have some...feelings....read on.  If not,  just skip to the pic.

Jan the dog trainer/Goat person called the other day to ask how things were going with the herd without Snowbunny.    I said i though ok and offered some reasons.  But then,  there was last night.

as i had said,  Evan,  the wood guy had come and pitched wood over the corridor fence.  The pile reaches the top of the fence.  He  also missed with three chunks that fell short  into  the pathway.  The fence pile hasn't been that way since last year this time.  and not the three chunks.  so stuff was

different

So...just before i went to sleep last night,  i went out with the flash light to be sure i'd turned the water off after filling their tub.   and lo and behold,  there in the dark dark was a herd of doe Goats,  lying at the entrance of the Corridor,  their eyes glowing in the light of the flash....

always after their evening feed,  at dusk,  they move through and to the yard by their night room in the Albatross.   Then at dark, they go inside to sleep.   

Not.  This was for Snowbunny.  I have said before she was courageous.  she was curious.  she investigated everything and KNEW everything. I used to say she was nosey.  but really,  She took on the mantle of SAFE.   She would have watched closely as Evan threw the wood and would have gone into the corridor to smell and inspect the 3 pieces lying there,  look up and study how the rest was piled against their fence and she would have assured herself that stuff was ok.  Then,  when the light was waning,  she would have headed out,  through that different space,  picked her way over the 3 pieces of wood and made her way to the middle yard and waited there for dark Dark and time to go in to sleep.  Bun's gone.  It's evident that no one else knows what to do.  No one felt strong enough to check things out and then make that decision of Ok...let's go.  So they waited.  Waiting on into the DARK DARK.  and it occurred to me today that they don't know, maybe what happened to Snowbunny.  They did not see her die.   Maybe they imagine her to be somewhere and then maybe coming back.  Maybe they are waiting for her?

So last night,  i crawled through the corridor entrance...it's short....and with the flash light called them in the Goat words....ebie ebie,  come come....the ebie ebie from that movie Jan de Flouret,  about the goat girl and come come from Jenny,  i don't know why,  but Jenny did it and it works.... and they sprang up and RAN past me through the middle pen and into their bedroom, so relieved.

So i know now that for whatever while,  they might need some help.  And really,  it is such a good feeling to know that i can be that help,  for some things,  maybe not all but what i can,  i will.

 

it has to go this way...so so so slow and subtle,  it can build up,  maybe,  maybe not,  but maybe but it needs to go slow.  You probably can't see it...but there is:  dusky purple, cadmium orange and red oxide.  Slow.  Slow.  How earth Eats color.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

days spin

completely absorbed in stitching,  out of the corner of my consciousness i see a GLOW to the left...the wood stove....jump up....

 

 

angle of light changes and it becomes the Red Kuri squash i got at the Farmer's Market earlier and the great bowl at a yard sale on the way home.  This life is good.

 

 

Neighbor had needed cooking oil for sopapillas tomorrow.  All i have was olive oil.  Not.  But then, Yes, the last of the pie crust crisco!  This took a while.  Then,  Evan,  my beloved Wood Guy called, had a load of perfect alligator juniper,  so ok.

 

he pulls up outside the back fence and throws it over the Migrational Corridor.   To me...like a pile of jewels...heat.  I am Ready.

So the Cloth pics above needed to be taken with the Flash.   It is now One Cloth,  invisible baste finished.   in the second pic,  the rim of kantha begun.  

Again....this life is good.  I do Metta....May you be safe,  be happy, healthy, may you live with ease...i do Metta for all upon this planet.  It doesn't take much,  we COULD easily attain this for All of Us if we were willing to try.  I wish i could share this day.