part of me watched this cloth all day
she brought them before light, 5 something, sleeping children from car to sleeping children in my bed. Off to drive a Uhaul to Sacremento or somewhere...a fundraising for Paradise
Emrie wanted to go look for her. We walked all the way down the Hill road, all the way back up. Some kids hold up their arms, say Up. Emrie walks. The Goats came. Talkie and Puppie. Julian, his pre prepubescent self, slept.
it's almost dark again, Sun rolled across the sky, Emrie finaly conks out. I am left to continue watching that cloth.
Somehow i read that all displaced children from Paradise will attend the Oroville Bird St. school together.
an organization called Cultivating Place, conversations on Natural History and the human impulse to garden is gathering things like gloves, hand pruners, something called Root Pouches. Knowing it's too soon, they are thinking that people might just keep them in a corner of whereever they find themselves, to remind them that things will change.
Alisa Golden on lichen...."it cannot be cultivated"
