windthread

today. this day. Now

from the Farmer's Market this morning.  In person,  it is vibrating with it's own Beauty.

The windows are washed,  their screens dusted of Goat hoof dust.  We're ready here.    I make that gesture i was taught by the Mustang Woman....arm outstretched,  but elbow slightly bent,  hand extended, palm down, fingers curved,  relaxed.  Ready.  

 

 

 

at the Post Office.   It's my this year's birthday present.  almost 3 months early,  i'm not sure why?    She, Alyssia , and I have been attending the OnLine workshops from Ram Dass in Hawaii  for 2 years now.  Have watched him move closer to his death.   This book was just released....she was excited to see it.  Maybe that's why?  or...who knows,  maybe she's noticed something.  Either way

so put this up early.  it's 4:00.   is the first day in forever that No One has been here.  I want to spend this eve catching up with comments.  

last early eve i saw that my little personal garden at B has been eaten.  Most of it...the Peruvian Golden Berry bush,  two Moringa,  yarrow,  milkweed,  the remaining stump of the previously ravaged Hydrangea,  the what i called failure to thrive lettuces which were re-named thrive of their own accord...them.  The tomato plants trampled.  The Butterfly plant of some sort that Jenny recently brought,  unpotted but left intact.  Goats... under part of the temporary fencing.  Ok.  Enough for now.  Will take down the two Tree Collards to the Wall Garden.  Let it go for this year.  Maybe begin again in Spring when a more permanent fence can go up.  

the windows are so BeautyFull

work of Spirit and of the Earth

Alyssia brought me this today,  saying it was really for my birthday last year,  just never got sent.  And she brought some flat thing that i can hook into my laptop so i can play it??? but she forgot the cord.  Tomorrow.  So, in anticipation,  i took the phone down for the Wall Garden watering and played U tube.  It will be the sound track for the next few days.

 

 

 

 

a three string bale of bedding straw that had gotten moldy in last winters rain and was moved over to B,  but left in an unattractive place and  ignored till now when we are spiffing up and i took it apart,  it still separated in flakes and moved it flake by flake to the area of the compost.  the bottom 4 inches had transformed.  it somehow had remained moist.....there has been ZERO water there,  but moist and in its decomposition,  the FRAGRANCE so sublime.  EARTH.  NO evidence of any insect,  any worm,  so all this...from microbes,  this Huge transformation.....

family. Seen and Unseen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Deva   of the Wild and the Domestic.   

or,  the domestically wild and the wildly domestic.  Lizards and Goats.  The desert Place,  it was Lizards and Goats.  Here it is the same but so much more.  There are Lizards at every turn.  6 kinds so far.  But none of those blue tailed Sisters.

this Cloth,  like all the others in the last few days,  is not Finished.  The young Goat,  not sewn In.    The Lizard,  barely there and without a finished foot.  Sometime i will finish it and know whether to add,  "from here".  Today,  as i looked,  i had the thought to add a Madia.  A large Cloth,  14 X45.
Tomorrow,  IT begins.  The Visit.  My son,  his woman,  their 5 year old child who i have met twice.  On the weekend,  my children's father who has rented an air b and b a mile away.   We have no idea how much time they will spend on the Hill.  or choose the BnB?    Many question marks float above.   As with many families,  there is complexity.  I spend time centering my Self.  Grounding.   This One above hovers,  at my side.  in between the trees.

 

as i went to feed and give water to the Bucks,   Wendy,  Whose "papered" name is Amazing Grace,  Who i've called Wendy,  who they call now,  Amazing,   Who i compromise by calling Amazing Wendy,  anyway....she was at Sunny Ray's gate,  her back to it,  tail flagging,   Sunny Ray was noticing,  saying his buck things,  though it's been a longtime.    November is when we willl breed.  So,  i marked it on the calendar.  

And an AMAZINGLY WONDER FULL thing occured,  today   AVAAZ   was in court to counter a subpoena  by 

MONSANTO

and WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh HooRAY for the People,  oh, just so much EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee  and great Joy!!!!!!!!!

please go to Avaaz.org and read and add your name,  your VOICE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

almost

only one more left, really.  there are a few more,  but they weren't kept because of NEEDING to keep them,  but just that

there was More they needed that wasn't yet ready to appear.  So they have waited.  

Tomorrow,  the last one, and i want to go back over these days here and re VIEW them....there is a constant thread in all.   Other than the obvious.   Want to touch my finger to that pulse.

 

cloth with cloth = Cloth

 

 

this one.   

loved.  because there was no image in mind,  no thought ahead.  Just cloth on cloth.  Feeling on Feeling.  Texture on texture,  which means,  touch.   Touch on touch.   I would like more to be like this.   Maybe,  but it takes a really open and willing self for this to come about.  

 

i don't know what was happening when i made this Cloth???  I like that.  That i don't remember,  because i can just look at it Now and feel what it gives,  which is looking like being overwhelmed,  or at least, "whelmed"  by Goats and Plant People,  losing Self in Them,  till this is my Face.....?????   

water

 

how Water makes Life possible.

Continuing Here,  from a desert,  Here,  not yet knowing what to call this kind of Place,  but the constant and abiding element is Water.  

living with Goats.....addendum

there isn't a day that They aren't at some point Central.   I like this Cloth,  that one eye is like mine,  one is like theirs.  Sometime,  i'll finish it.  No need to hurry.

Addendum.   I am making my bed.  flapping sheets to tuck,  pillows,  the Comforter accordian folded at the bottom for in the morning,  around 4 am when it now is ......cold.    I brought up beets from the wall garden and they are in the pot,  though it's still very warm,  the heat of that cooking is ok,  will dissipate soon,  but in the moment,  the Scent of the beets,  the Smell of them  rises,  each time i flap a sheet to make the bed  for the Night Sleep...it's such a small space,  one thing goes into the other...beets,  bed linens and then...this point of this, Goats,  just outside the screen door,  moving,  arranging themselves for the night.  

Tomorrow Cinderella  gets to be free.  Ten days.   All we know to give.