windthread

one of the Friends

having changed...Giving Water in the morning,  from Giving Water in the evening.   At first,  there was a gap.  But now,  everything is OK again.   They are Ready.  

Evenings now come fast.   The world here is cooler,  even,  cold~ish.  The water from the hose,  cold~ish.  That water on my feet,  cold~ish.  So....Mornings,  when Sun has arisen and warmed the world.  The water.  my feet.  Them,  my Friends.  Warm.  

all this in this time span before Rain,  when this world will take on its Own.  so,  for now.

they are not afraid,  or even Shy.   Put your hand out,  they are there,  as knowing you are part of it all,  there,  as just

something along the way to something else where they will jump to.

Orphan Wisdom 2018 Nights of Grief and Mystery Tour.   Stephen Jenkinson and Gregory Hoskins.  Go look.  orphanwisdom.com

"the doors are pried open at night's end,  and still many linger and can't leave or won't and there is something like Victory in the air,  and a weary, luminous midnight  rumour  that, people,  heretofore unknown to each other, can still join for the sake of the young among them and for the world entrusted to them, and that the Mercies count as Kin,  and that wonder is the currency of the Gods"

to day

this might be too blurry.  Can't tell till i click Publish and then go look...

but it's the Basil that we are letting continue through the Whole Cycle of Being.  The Bees.  Their saddle bags,  so FULL of YELLOW,  so gloriously buzzing,  them,  so many and just the thought of Them, and their Basil is such Joy

 

 

they come down with me in the Morning...i go in...to the Wall Garden space of  A....they go on,  behind the back  of A fence,  one by one,  a trotting line of them then fan out to all that dry Meadow grass that we so need Gone...they browse and  Help us.

Talkie below...don't know why there's so much space here,  but anyway,  Talkie...who is interested in stitching.  While i am out there...she comes and pulls the threads,  notices the marks and has Interest.  Maybe for her next life?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

extravaganza

Red Aztec Spinach   ....   Huazontle

a relative of Lambs Quarters and Quinoa.    At this time,  the leaves are almost not significant,  but are so much exactly like Lambs Quarters.    Over 5ft tall but now bending with the weight of the bloom,  which is time to harvest.  We've eaten the leaves all along in the Morning Leaf Food but this is New and exciting.  A way it is commonly made in Mexico is to steam the blossom stems,  leaving a short bit of the stem stalk to hold.   Then stuff the blossoms with Oaxaca cheese,  squash it in and together with hands so it holds together,  dip through batter and fry.

 

 

having waited, losing hope

cauliflower.  TWO are now Forming.  A woman at the Farmer's Market advised.  Be patient.  Wait.  Just when you lose hope,  they appear.

the thick leaves...that we have eaten all along in morning stir fry,  the central thick leaves Cup over.  It's happening.

The Visit is over.   Learning the granddaughter was tender and excellent.  My son,  her father,  a mix of so many things,  but i could Find Him,  in there,  the boy i know.   The X,  the father of my children,  who he is and he didn't come here,  said he had seen it last year,  no need.   So it goes. 

in the days,  i read Walking Each Other HOME,  Ram Dass and Mirabai Bush.  it was like sitting in a room with them,  considering Loving and considering dying.    And it came at  just the right time.  I see clearer what Work i need to do.  

the days here are extraordinary.  70's,  bright and loving Sun.  

I watch...the other Places and send love,  send Metta to the east coast.

morning light

of It's own accord

someday i might learn.   

What i thought couldn't happen,  happened.  Of It's own accord.   Woman just goes...back to those baskets,  that are just some of,    just to look,  and the piece of Deb Lacativa's dye magic on old household cloth,  lying quietly on top,  waiting for woman to notice.   Which at first she doesn't  notice,  it's not what she had in mind,  but Deb's cloth waits...breathing.  

so,  Magic and Love come together...the piece of a wedding gown,  silk but not silk,  the course weave of the household cloth,  the form that the silk but not silk took of its own accord upon the dye imprints that are the exact colors of the wildflowers of this Place i am coming to learn  

about Love,  Mo's vision,   about risk,  about trust.  

 

 

love is. love transforms. love holds. and love flies

Mo's pennant.  Given just enough from the Manzanita leaves and twigs.  Chrysalis.  

such a very good day

this jar of Manzanita twigs and leaves.   For a couple months now.  Was going to empty it out this morning.  Nothing had come from it,  i thought.  Why?  Don't know.   Maybe time of year.   But i put my hand in to stir it up and there was a piece of cloth in the bottom...just cotton,  and is the EXACT color of the earth here.  EXACT.  So i have taken the plunge and wrapped Mo's pennant,  tied it and set it in.  Maybe.  Maybe not.  But i have done it.  Wait now,  grace,  i say.  Wait now.

 

 

son and his family didn't arrive till late yesterday and went directly to the AirBnB.  They'd been camping a week in Yosemite and wanted a shower and washing machine.  But this morning they arrived.  The girl,  Giana Lily,  who i wanted to name Alluvial Fan,  doesn't remember me.  She just turned 5.  She watches me closely,  listens intently to my responses to her offered information....an example of which:  Do you like jelly sandwiches?    me:  i do.  sometimes i have one every day.  with peanutbutter.  She:  i don't like peanutbutter.  I like Nutella.  Me:  this is good to know.  Forever now,  i will have a jar of Nutella for you and a jar of peanut butter for me.  What kind of jelly do you like?  Her: strawberry.  Me:  me too.  so that 's easy.    The deal is sealed,  me and her.

As we walk up the Hill,  the Goats attend,  Tay runs, circling and soon Talkie the Chicken comes.  We are like a movie.  I take them on a winding tour,  all over the Hill,  and realize i have so much to tell.  But the Star of it all is Puppie.  His woman is a cat person and is fascinated by The Pup.....who seems to be everywhere,  all at the same time.  Giana now and then exclaming...there is another one!,  but it's just Puppie.  Accompanying every step.  Sometimes Above,  flying branch to branch of trees,  sometimes catapulting out from the brush just ahead of us.  At one point,  as we were looking out over the Meadow,  she was there,  hunched,  crouched and then took off with the speed of lightning like a cheetah in the African veldt.  and son's woman,  seeing this said something i will forever love.  "Watching her is like knowing what animals really are,  before domestication.  Their true selves".   

 

 

 

 

still here

so,  this is how it IS and how it can be.   

Kim looked.  she saw " a tall woman with small torso,  very long legs"

Liz read and looked.  "Thank you for seeing her into reality"

  THIS,  so so elegant and BeautyFull to me...how it Can Go.....

i don't  go much,  beyond amorphous Energy Forms,  don't look to anthropomorphize,  but in this Cloth...She is there.  Kim saw her.  She IS there.  Showing HerSelf,  to help us.

Thank you Kim and thank you Liz....Thank You

 

thread beads

 

 

 

thread beads.  Jude Hill ~ Spirit Cloth.   The Black/White,  Black/White  for so many years.   And the black/white 6,  with the seventh being an African Blood Bead.   They speak of the invisible Order of the simultaneous separate reality that moves around and through the reality we know to be real.   what we often call Magic.  but is really,  the Real.