windthread

now what

will finish this.  Alyssia says it's her Favorite Ever except the first one  i ever made,  that she has.  She says that if she saw it AnyWhere,  just there,  AnyWhere,  she would know i had made it.  She says it is totally me.  I like these thoughts of hers.  

 

these colors have been talking in the Thread Basket...the brown is pretty true,  the purpley is more of an eggplant.  They reminded me of the Zulu Prince Sunflowers i used to plant and grow.  Why haven't i planted Sunflowers in the last few years?  I think.  I guess because i DID but there is a hungry eco system out there and the seeds were eaten before they could become.  I need to make a note in the Fieldnotes.  Try Sunflowers again.

i watch the news thingy.  The orange man,  the Cheeto man is dragging it out.  Will he or won't he.  If he withdraws MY country,  it will the the last straw.

 

 

 

 

 

yes! and then, Later

first cup of tea in the Morning Chair,  gazing around as i do,  just to the left one of the thread baskets.  Right on top.  This exact length.

Red Thread.

Cloth is still on the back of that chair and i stretch it and press it on....YES.  oKAY.  Exhale.

off to work and back and then back and forth till now, early eve, and it's STILL OK.  

it's not stitched Through, but stitched down,  stitched in place.  this too is how it needs to be.

i'm  glad i listened.

 

LATER.  Later,  it's almost Rim Time and i go to sit on porch and just feel it all.  They are in the middle yard and all notice me there and stare at me  and i go get salted peanuts in the shell and undo their gate there,  go in and they  crowd around and it's hard to be sure that everyone gets equal peanuts and i'm not sure i did but Close and when it's done and i leave,  they RUN

through the migratory corridor,  a couple times,  back and forth,  just for the heck of it,  i guess.  Just because.  And i watch them and in my mind i imagine their new Place which is so much MORE and full of stuff and i imagine what it might be like...There,  in the new Place

 

a very strong Urge

 

 

 

to separate them.  One is a memory.  One is a dream.  A memory is whole and of its Self.  a memory is complete.

a dream is unformed and fluid and would not Inform the memory.  the memory does not live in the world of an alive dream.  

is this true?

the moment. the only now there is.

i have been really enjoying watching the Eckhart Tolle Utubes.   There are a lot.

and today,  as i was practicing  as he teaches....being  in and of a single moment....a butterfly entered that moment and i reached out.  I saw.  a butterfly.  i saw hands,  reaching in acknowledgement of shared presence and in the instance it was blindingly beauty Full.  and then, of course,  as it goes,  i saw the hands...whose hands are these????  they are so Old!  eee,  mine!  My old hands.

so i made a Cloth.   It's in the shop.  4 x 6 inches  butterfly cloth by deb lacativa.  Cloth and ink.

 

the new tarp and  Old chains from the Old cowboy.  The chains are iron.  Heavy.  Working here to hold the tarp down against Wind Man.  I need to remember to take the chains.  They have multiple uses.

 

from the tarping of the 1/2 ton bale through the writing of this so far,  Wind Storm has come and gone.  It's quiet now and the walls are not shaking.  This next week tho,  every day is forcasted thunder storms.  So ok.  we are Ready.   (?)

 

a kind of Saturday that it is

getting used to Plan e or even f or g....good thing there's a long alphabet  

 

 

 

 

not thinking it would be needed,  we put the Goat Boat against the fence and cut the fence.  Which meant that Jackie couldn't back her truck through to get the half ton bale into the Albatross.  And so.  Plan something else,  i hauled some wood over and that half ton is now here.  Today i bought a tarp to cover it.  Rain is coming day after tomorrow.  The other big tarp had been used for Gideon's house.  ok.

getting used to trucks as Landscape Elements

 

hosed out Tay's old house for being Gideon's transport crate.  It's the biggest.  The tarp for the half ton bale is metalic on one side so will be able to cover the crate in the truck.

 

this is MY DAUGHTER.  spawn of me.  Driving a rented Bobcat.  Figuring out how it works and then filling in a Looooong expanse of  terraced space that the good man Nathan created and then bailed.  How amazing.  i am beyond proud.  She bought a hat.

 

Alyssia.  HER daughter,  second from me,  who got good at it too.  INSIDE Alyssia is Emrie,  not yet born.  Listening through her amniotic fluid.  I am beyond.  beyond Proud.  

We Rule.

We talked.  after their long day.  Talked about how maybe Gideon can go in with the Doe Goats.  He is so old for his kind.  For sometime now he has displayed no Buck energy.  No vocalizations.  No Urge. I don't think he would be able to mount a doe.   He is over on the side now,  because of Plan e or f or whatever,  he is in his own space but where he can watch.  He's seeming ok with this,  but we talked this evening about how maybe he might be able to go into the Goat Forest with all the doe goats.  How GREAT would that be for him.  He is the most Excellent Goat Ever and to live out his days in the midst of all those does...how just so great and FULL that might be?  So...maybe.

Maybe.

and the frog they see...Sierran tree frog.  Julian has taken note.  There was also a snake.

 

 

 

 

the Memory Being of the Tree and..... ~Sarah Oh~

This morning,   lizard on a root.

and THEN.............

UPS.  a box.

IT ARRIVED

some time ago,  Debra Price Agrums,    Artisun.blogspot.com.   Whitney High School, Cerritos, California  

posted one of her class's work with pinch pots.  and i was TAKEN.   Just so TAKEN by the work of one student,  Sarah Oh.    It was Perfect and just so so Beauty Full and i so much Wanted it,  so i contacted Deb who put me in touch with Sarah Oh herself and the exchange was reached and i had dibs on this pot,  but it would have to wait until the end of the school year and their Exhibit.  I waited.    Watching Deb's blog,  seeing that the end of year exhibit had happened with great great success and then sent my email....That POT.

Today it arrived.  UPS,  beep beep and oh......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

its  weight.  Its IsNess.  The feel of it in the palm of my hand.  Its unselfconsciousness....just Beauty....there is no way to say how important this pinch pot is to me...that a young woman Trusted.  And that trust is here.  Her Touch is Here.  THIS is ART.  This is Beauty.  THIS is what is needed in this world.

Thank you.  Thank you beyond Thank You, Sarah Oh.  If you read this i hope you place a small mark of yourSelf in the comments.  We will All watch for you,  as these days go,  watch for the artist Sarah Oh....

 

educating and re~educating my self

Democracy Now  interview with Tariq Ali    Manchester Bombing is part of viscous cycle, likely blowback from on going war on terror.

Today,  NYT, Google News:   "in fight against the Islamic  state US airstrikes have killed hundreds and possibly thousands of civilians"    .....hundreds and "possibly thousands?"  we don't know?

i read somewhere that the bomber watched his friend killed.

the pain of one multiplies.

 

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my parallel reality.  The Crow.

 

 

facing

how it is that we are becoming numb to catastrophic events.

More branches.  and do they get filled in? or remain sketched.... how much is too much.

 

the bird is paper

grief for all. the killers and the killed.

luck

this morning, driving to work away,  i got just under the freeway overpass where i turn left onto the entrance ramp.  It's a point where 6 lanes of vehicles converge...two directions of a frontage road,  the East to West road i was on the West to East opposite lane that comes down (or goes up to) a very large truck stop gas station, restraurant, travel junk store, they have showers for truckers etc...BIG,  and as i made the left onto freeway entry i see in the almost center of this hub a very small orange and white form.  Like the size of a tennis ball with legs...but you couldn't see the legs,  but it was moving,  in startled jerky movements just a few inches then another direction then then and it was a kitten.  I pulled to a stop half in and half out of the road, a giant semi had just begun the descent down the hill and i ran and then slowed as i approached it, and it was screaming and as i reached down it flattened itself but didn't run and it didn't struggle as i picked it up and held it close going back to the car and putting it on the passenger seat where it immediately left and went Under that seat but without a sound.  When i got the 20 some minutes away,  i pulled it out and put it in Martha's laundry room.  There is already a cat litter box and cat bowls but i gave it a low shallow bowl of water.  Then i worked.  When finished,  i sat on the floor calling,  but nothing.  Am pretty sure it went back behind her washing machine.  I left her a note.  Asking forgiveness.

 

all the Mallow is beginning to bloom.  From today,  i will always associate that plant to Luck.  That kitten had the GREATEST of LUCK.