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a day. so Beauty Full and Pure as a day can possibly be

this morning felt off.  But once OUTSIDE,  everything came into focus.  Joanne,  blog Wednesday's Child,  jsuley.blogspot.com  nudged me forward.  She's teaching a class at her Library in Maine on Permaculture Gardening.  I've read a lot.  But reading a lot doesn't equal doing.  I instinctively respond to the No Till concept,  more so,  here,  in this Forest Place.  But....cardboard  Oh eee.   but with making these first beds for the dye plants,  in space where so many of the grass people live.  EEEEeee again.  I really want the dye plants to make it this year...indigo,  madder....and i need just a small space for that.  So,  ok,  cardboard and i ask the grasspeople for just this much space.  So much left for them.    Just this much. 

 

 

i pushed back what i'd brought with the rake,  going down to the earth and placed the cardboard.  Which was made easier for me because Jenny had brought it last summer.  Thinking we might use it to discourage the poison oak,  but it's just lay there through the summer and to now and,  Now,  it's soft and already beginning to transform/decompose....soft,  pliable,  earthlike,  i can think.   So this is one bed.  There needs to be another.  Tomorrow.

 

 

Way in the far away back you can see SunnyRay as he watches the doe Goats set out.  In between working ,  i sat and watched him.  His focused attention on the does.  His standing,  alert.

 

 

and they go.  SUN today,  after days of RAIN RAIN RAIN there is SUN and they once again retrace their pattern of movement,  which is quite soft and gentle and reassring,...the pattern of it,   they follow a design that they have made,  morning till dark.  Their hooves like stitching

 

and so we go

rain continued but tonight is supposed to be the last of it for the next 4 days.  Stitching and watching out the window,  i managed to take advantage of a small space in it and got a bucket full of GoatEarth  over there.  Rain has been perfect for that.   There was a long long deep throated roll of Thunder as if to acknowledge the storm's passing.   

 

 

Still with Her

and bless her, Krista Tippet  On Being,  ran the 2015 interview with her again.   I'd listened to it then,  but today,  like the first time.  I listened twice.  I will listen again.  

i know she loved Solitude,  believed in it,  but now that she's come to be part of the ALL of Everything,  i can ask her.  Can ask her to accompany me,  as i walk and work.  It will be ok now,  to ask her and i did.  She watched as i worked the fence line at B,  clearing of branches so the fencing can go smooth.  And just inside this part,  on the East,  a little circle of trees that will be all leafed out and a glade.  I'd thought for Emrie and i.  But now i think for Emrie and me and Mary O.

grieving the Loss of Mary O

"see/feel"

Deva.  according to David Spangler,  Findhorn Foundation.   "Devas focus upon the non-human side of evolution and in particular upon the structural and formative energies and activities that help form the planet and which manifest as the laws of nature.

if you were a participant at all in the 80's,  in the time of  New Age,  Visualization will be familiar.  i used to teach classes.  Visualization was the most basic tool.  A way to explore,  from within your own Self,  all that is Out There.  Find your own way.  

so,  this face.  I look at this face..in my hands,  on this cloth,  looking At.    its details..those beautiful "prongs,  almost small antlers"  that to me are the various manifestations of fungus and lichen of this forest floor.   

almost all day it was that atmospheric river,  non stop flow,  but it DID stop,  so short a time and almost dark,  but i went Out and up into the forest next to A,  where the great rocks are.  The turkey tails and other fungal and lichen beings are in profusion.  I squated.  Breathing.  Then,  visualizing this face for moments before turning it and looking Through This Face.  Feeling the soundSong of the Net Threads flowing from my mouth,  down.    Breathing and letting this image form.  Asking just this.  No more.  enough for this time.  but what came was a very heightened sense of the Membrane of the Moisture from the River of Rain,  distinct and as if i could touch it.  The SCENT of all that composes the forest floor,  sticks,  leaves,  pine needles and cones,  branches and then the huge trunks of fallen trees,  old trees.  Their interiors,  exposed roots.  The intensity of this was ......what?.  The intensity of this was......,   was......  otherworldly.  or surreal.  Interesting,  surreal,  because it was just Real.  Only Real.  Ordinary Real.  How forest is here,  in January,  in Rain.  The vibrance of it though.......

this is where i want to "go".  So,  back.  Around.  Visualize.

 

 

 

stitching together. Re~membering. Stitching cloth, stitching memory

one of the weather blogs:  Atmospheric River.  set to soak Californa.

all day.  Non stop.  SKY WATER.  WIND.   Atmospheric River.  yes.

From that moment,  a few days ago,  when i read about the Mycelial Net....." a discrete subspace domain containing the mycelium,  or roots of the fungus" ,  the being of the life form.....    How little we know.  How much there is to Imagine.

I return.  Re Member.  The Gaia Hypothesis formulated by JamesLovelock and  co~developed by Lynn Margulis.  1970's.  Remember.  And i remember Findhorn.    Go there now.  David Spangler,   Findhorn Foundation, describes Devas..  "focus upon   the non~human side of evolution and in particular upon the structural and formative energies and activities that help form the planet and which manifest as the laws of nature"

i sew.   I stitch a Cloth.

The mycelial net..out of the mouth,  the song,  the sound,  the breath.   The drawing.  wanting to deepen connection to this Place,  this Earth the imagined  images of spirits here,  the energetic forms at work,  giving them personification.....feeling that mycelial net moving through my chest,  feeling the soundsong in the exhale of breath,  flow down through the body to the foot palms.  into the Earth.

i visualize looking through this drawn face...  like a tool.  A mask.  a tool.   Out.  Into what is here.  the TOOL of the face reduces the distance between thought and FeltSense,  helps me express.  Feeling then,  the joy that Earth feels as celebrating  LIFE,  its LIVING

listening

i listened and understood this Cloth today.  It's more than i had imagined.  But i will need to hold that till tomorrow.  For now,  SKY WATER drums on the roof.  Flows in rivulets.   The young human beings are Gone.  It's quiet.  Time to let it all go till i begin again tomorrow.

one of those days

they don't happen a lot,  but they DO happen....enough....to keep us on our toes.

Alyssia had an appointment early for someone to come and haul off all the trash from her new rental home.  Lots. No details.  just saying, Lots.  This person was also supposed to clean the attic.   But upon arrival,  he opted out of that for various reasons and so it was a somewhat aborted mission.  First bummer.    But he did haul 2 stoves,  on refrigerator,  piles of moldy carpet, etc.  So ok.   He was 2 hours late.  Ok again.    This morning,  i hooked in the small propane tank.  It wouldn't ignite the heater.  She checked it before she left,  having dropped Emrie off.  Took parts with her.  

Emrie and I had a day.  No longer is she a baby.  Now a little person.  OUT being her favorite word. She brings her jacket.   We went OUT.  We walked all through the old Doe Goat Forest.  It's slow going,  a slope, first,  but also, many obstacles in form of branches and downed trees.  We saw that a tall tree had unrooted and fallen into a live tree...supported temporarily...WIND made this fall,  WIND will make more of it.  Precarious.  We kept walking.  Her small sturdy legs.  Her hanging on to one of my fingers.  Walking is a work of art.    

we stop at Cinderella's grave and sit a while,  catching our breath.  But in a few minutes, go on.  Around and around and then UP and sit on the horizontal tree a while,  then go again.  Back to where the Doe Goats have returned and she medthodically feeds them small wisps of plants...they take them in their Goat soft lips...she's learned to keep her fingers OUT of those lips and we do this till i am beyond DONE with it and i tell her IN and she falls back onto the earth and sobs.  I stand there.  Waiting till she's done and take her hand.  Repeat sobbing.  and then we go back in and i lay with her a little while on the couch bed till she falls asleep.  Ever so carefully get up and spend the next hour and a half moving cloth around that Drawing or Doodle.  Pretty soon  Julian is dropped off by the school bus and walks his way up and i make grilled cheese sandwiches.

Alyssia returns to undo and take the propane tank parts for what we imagine might be another 45 minutes but she has a flat at the gas station and goes to find a fix a flat and the place that said they had the propane part didn't.    But she's BACK and Emrie Trills,  MA MA!!!  MA MA!!!!  and in the meantime,  Tay has eaten the blue crayon.

They are gone now.  Till tomorrow.  We will begin again.

But that pic,  at the top.  As Emrie  and i are bumbling along,  she stops and points....Tickahhhha! she exclaims.  No one knows what that exactly is,  or where it might have come from.  But it's her exclamation that means  HEY!!!!!  LOOK!!!!  or

YAY!!!!

i hadn't noticed.  What is this?   it reminds me of the mud wasps in New Mex.  But that's not it.  What then?

gardening with my Friend

the Rim at the drivewayRoad side of B.   All the fluff is that spent Rice Straw bedding from the Doe Goats ShelterHouse.  Because of the manure and urine it had already begun decomposing...RE composing,  i like that better

i began to try to dig,  thinking i'd dig it in,  but still,  digging there is hard.  Many many granite stones and rocks,  from when Jenny created this "yard " flat while clearing the space for the B House.  So it's both the topsoil from this Hill slope and rock.  The soil is dark and rich.  There is about one month until it will be time to plant.  A lot happens in a month in this kind of forest.  How much,  i don't know.  Will find out.  This next week i'll haul over buckets of that pulverized manure, twigs and leaves from along the Doe Forest fence.  It has already become soil.  Add that.    and Watch.  

i began bringing over good sized rocks to mark the growing spaces.   over Forever will keep adding to them,  making small circle walls,  to hold in what New is added,  like baskets they'll be.  

Jenny put in all the T posts for the little yard fence,  the Sorry,  No Goats fence.  it will circle B.  close in.  I still want the Goats to clear as it goes.  All inside this fence is my responsibility.   And as it is always,   i realized that the small B yard,  surrounded by fence will indeed keep Goats out,  but also will keep Tay IN.  Hmmmm.  So....once i am There,  will need to create a dog door for Tay.  In the fence.  ok.  it's always something, Right?

Through all this,  through all the mulling,  Talkie busily scratched and scratched,  her beady little black eye unblinking.  Sometimes she comes to be touched.  Just a little is enough and off again.  Some hours she worked.  And now,  at the end of the day,  i wonder if she will want to pick out the new seedlings????  Maybe....chickens do that....   Hmmmm.  Again,  as above.  It's always something.  

Tomorrow, still SUN.  Then some days of Rain.  Sky Water.

 

 

how cloth is so Beauty Full

there's a basket of oh so small scraps behind me,  on the shelf under the window.   And i reach back and pull up small pieces and place them,   around this drawing thing and the deep satisfaction of this.