windthread

continuing

from the porch in New Mex

more from that porch,   under the Old Apricot,  a couple from the fence of the migrational corridor .  The orbs are copper floats from livestock water  troughs....the sediment of that water.  Need to clean,  let their copper come through.

 

Scrub Oak that is center there...on a small mound  of earth  left as is  when they were leveling the space  of  B.   Some small distance just up from the garden there.   Had been undecided all this time but this is where i'll build a small cairn.  Emrie will help carry the rocks.

The line of that rim,  that horizon is far away.  The land goes down from here into a wide valley and up and up to that rim.

It's to the South.

slowly

ground is more grey brown,  soft.   Oak Gall dyed.    Lighter.

red threads...the Pulse

Oak on left comes into view.   I love this Cloth,  this slow slow Cloth.

Gaia

Everything on your table today came from Earth.  Most likely,  so did your table and the chair upon which you sat.

 

Yes.

WIND last night.   BIG.   all night.   RAIN all night.    When i woke,  i expected to see evidence

Out There

There was none,  of  the WIND,  just the Rain.  Wet.   But everything was in its place.  The wind chimes,  that had sung Storm songs  all night,  just there,  still.   A plastic adirondack chair down by Nogal's forest overturned.   I'd been skeptical,  but the Feed thing that Jenny had built for Sunny Ray and Jack....it stood and the feed was dry.   New configuration of Doe Goat Shelter,  inside,  Dry.   Talkie's place,  in the Kidding House....dry.  

Because Talkie is in her Evac crate and so,  closed in,  i need to be UP and OUT  a good 2 hours earlier than i'd like to....set her free into the day.  Which is turning out to be Good.   Who would have guessed...not me.  Since i am Out there,  i continue.  Looking,  walking,  Seeing.

 

 

 

 

i see that Moss is first.

 

The Rain freed me to go back.   Back to Cloth.  I finished Tina's prayer.    This took the Body of the day.  It was good.  Very Good

change

it's here,  Rain.   

there is Release.   

things are different.   Chicken requires different  accommodation,    Goats feed in different places,  Raincoat is found,  wool hat.  Umbrella.  Tay needed a new rug from the Dollar Store.   Clothing in layers,  several.  

but most of all,  there is Release.

I thought about it,  that there has been NO measurable precipitation since May.   I thought about how in the desert land of New Mexico there are the monsoon rains late summer and  now and then great electrical storms here and there.   Here,  its an extreme.   No measurable precipitation since May.   Those words should be in Neon.   And that is not due to anything other than how it is here in this magical Place of the Planet.   How it is.

rain taps on the roof.   Everything is being washed clean of the dust of the Long Season.  All stones glisten.   Branches outlined against the sky,  remaining leaves green green green.   I am seeing it differently this time and am so grateful for being Taught...the stunning results so far of Evolution,  So Far, 

  Of thousands of years that culminate in this day,  so far,  that will continue to evolve and re~create as need be.  

of my Self,  just the third year in,  but evolving,  receiving the Rain with great Gratitude.

First Rain Eve uttering the First Invocation

a week or so ago.  On the far side of the B garden,  near the Gate end  where in the dry grasses,  dry earth, a pile of manure and straw from last year's cleaning of the Doe Goat Shelter...that I'd hauled to the B garden on that tarp sled.

 

 

Today.  I stopped counting at  67.   So many more,  hidden still under dry grasses.  It felt like i was violating some sacred space to look.  I quit counting.  There are at LEAST  twice as many.  

There has been NO,  zero,  measurable precipitation since May.  Northern California has experienced its driest autumn on record to date....paraphrase California Weather Blog.

Each spore is a single cell that is capable of sending out a hypha that will develop into a group and form its own mycelium.  If the hypha of one spore meets up with the hypha of another,  it begins the sexual process of spore production through special spore producing cells.   bio.brandeis.edu

 

 

 

 

 

my theory is:     They know.    They SENSED that Rain was imminent.   and so began,  in order to be READY in the so precise moment to Just Go.    So spectacular,  to me,  their knowing.    To them,  the Just Going.

Over at Deb Lacativa's house,  morewgalo.blogspot.com,  on her sidebar,  for years....that i have noticed by the corner of my eye,  today....in Neon.

By all that is sacred.

The breath and the breeze

The spark and the flame,

Emotions and tides,

The bone and the oak

The soul and the spirit.

                        The Circle is cast.

This is the invocation i spoke today on the Eve of Rain,  on this Rim...a so thin rim of   "season".  I closed my eyes and saw horizontal ripples of a kind of spiral surrounding this Hill and extending,  flowing out,  quickly and returning and circling and flowing out again,  over and over....Shimmering.    May it be so

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

household ritual

every single night it's the same.  The only things that differ are the time of day that night falls and the number of coverings to accommodate temperature.   The two baskets of cloth.  The pile of books....half moved at a time.  They're heavy.  They go to the other side of the Everything Table,  across from where my place is.

 

the three big pillows go on top of the baskets.  It's precarious.  Looking at this pic,  a lot of things look precarious,  a little askew,  but it's how it is at the end of the day,  no matter my good intentions.

 

the coverings that have been folded up and set as a large pillowish thing during the day are unrolled and the bed is made.  In the last days,  the old  faded  pinkish wool blanket has been added. 

I think about this a lot,  as i do it.   A way to keep some kind of order.    In the morning,  the coverings get folded up and stacked again,  the pillows arranged,   the book pile moved back,  then the two baskets,  the smaller sitting atop the larger.  Things that are askew  are straightened.  The bench seat across from me is empty.   In the case someone(s) will sit there.    How it is at old nana's.  

Jenny came to finish the new feed Thing for Sunny Ray and Jack.  I went off to the ritual of the recently planted B garden.  That ritual is new.  And newer still with the Fig being planted.   I have taken up saying things aloud,  in a very quiet voice,  but somehow speaking aloud means something.  On the way there,  walking over,  i speak this way to the forest of Trees,  stopping now and then to touch them with my eyes.   Soon it will become How it Is,  like this bedtime ritual.  Other things might be added.

repetition.   Some out of  necessity,  some for something Else entirely.  

 

 

 

stone human, a species

 

i finished the book.   Read too fast,  wanting to know what he would say,  as the last words and i went too fast and am not sure what he said.  Who are the learners?   this is the foremost question and i know that i have a literal mind for some things,  so ,  probably how i missed it,   so i need to go back.  Read some end pages again,  get his picture.   Right now,  it's vague for me,  maybe because i     hoped.

the Beauty Full small bats flew in the evening sky,  their flight,  low.  So close overhead,  the fluttering  wings,   tender and elegant.  I want to know them.  Where ARE they,  all summer?   Where do they sleep now,  in these days between summer and Rain?  Where are they?,  before they appear with their particular flight each evening  when Talkie is already UP in her branches?  So many questions.   That i understand might remain unanswered.   But i want the voice of my asking to rise up in the closing of this day,   that i asked.   I guess that's a lot of all that i can do.   Ask.  Wonder.

as i was told

as i was told....Tay and i went to the Old Fallen Tree again.    She is very intensly interested.  She smells.  Long and Deep but she doesn't disturb a single thing.   I sat.   Then before leaving,  rested my hand.   Leaned over and placed my ear against Old Fallen Tree.   Silence.

 

 

at the end of next week,  when Rain comes,  everything will change.   It will be immediate.  Things have waited Long,  are Ready.

i ask

what is this large leaf?   Only one?

 

what am i supposed to do?   

I walk out.   in the morning,  over to where the fallen tree lays.   Where i don't want to go.   I took  a glass full of Acey's  lamas 11

i asked.  What am i supposed to do?????

Come here.  look.  watch. 

   And later,  just a little while:   Bring her.

When she came,  just  a little while later  we did stuff,  just outside the door here and i said do you want to go talk to the trees and she said yes and we went.   She practices how to walk  without getting tangled in things,  she learns and we got to Over There where the Old Fallen Tree is and she stopped cold.   "NO,   old nana.  Scare"   So we stood awhile.  She wouldn't come closer.  Scare.   So we just looked.  and went off.  Later,  in the "house" ,  she revisited.   Scare, Nana,  she said and i said fallen.  It fell.  Now is a world to many things.  She listened with 2 year old ears and heard.   i said.  Do you want to go back and see?  Yes she siad.   Things take time.