windthread

the world and this World

 

Prompt:   Plant the seed of a beautiful dream

These two are one.   

the one from yesterday.  I can say that i love it.   I can say that it brought to mind that thing from the birth announcements in the local Socorro,  New Mexico newspaper.   How i would love to see an announcement of a Navajo birth,   the Alamo Navajo.  They would read much the same as usual but always the sentence....Born FOR.   They would speak of the parents of the newborn,  the name,  and then it would say.....born for the _______clan.   Born for maybe the Bear clan.    Not born to,  but born FOR.  

Dine.   we,  the 5 fingered,  are Born FOR.   We are woven in.   We have purpose,  from the very beginning.  We belong.  We are OF and FOR.

the image from yesterday....Born For.   Born For Earth.   

then today....the beautiful dream....just a continuation but i would have been able to use this image that Acey sent me.  I have been waiting,  hoping a prompt would ask for it.    

The dream is a longstanding dream that i have Lived to one degree or another,   to connect to and work for this Gaia Consciousness....to create the heart connection and also the physical manifestation of Planting/Growing/being Fed.   Both spirit and body.   

It will have to wait until morning to take form as collage.  it was ironic that the moment i'd been waiting for coincided with the trip to the laundromat that had been drawing near for days now.   OR,  really weeks.  OR really months.   There were NO clean clothes left.  Zero.  I had planned to go yesterday but Emrie came instead.    At dawn this morning i began sorting the stuff into bags.  Pulling off all bedding,  quilt and comforter.   Taking down the Wall Cloth.   Off the denim couch cover.  And then...just the clothes.   The Beauty FULL thing IS....that first laundromat that was SO AWFULL?...Has had a complete makeover.   ALL NEW MACHINES.   The floors CLEAN.  Women WORK there and are cheerful....    !....cheerful,  even.   so it was a monumental WASH but it got done and i got two trash cans to hold the new feed that Jenny says we need to use and i went to the Feed Store and got 50 lbs of dog food and  50lbs of Goat pellets that Jenny says we need to use and i got back and moved those things.    Fed self.  Fed Goats.  Fed Tay.  Fed Talkie her meal worms.   To ALL of you,   which i think is ALL of you,   who have a washing machine in your own home.   Place flowers on it.   it is a sacred thing,   washing.   See it as such and be so joyfull it is There...right There.  It's the one of many things different here and in my old life.   I didn't have a washing machine in my home,  but had one for weekly use.    it's a first world  given.   Taken for granted.   But...think about it.  

 

 

 

 

offer Up

Prompt:  Create a heartfelt offering  for Gaia

No matter.   I would give the newborn,  the yet unborn to this Earth.   I would give the little ones,  now,  Just Going.  Give them,  all,    to this Earth.  Trust this Earth.  

Hurry..go Look

  go to utube

type in search:  true facts about the land snail      zefrank

your day will be better for it

a sense of change

 

Change.  I don't know what or how.   It might be me that changes?   or  Things?   but a sense of it.  And that procrastination....i have been doing things that i could have done since last spring even.  Like today i finally pulled the two big tarps up  from where they've been all to the side of the road up,  disarray,   how every time i passed them i thought i should do something and every time didn't.  One is 30 something ft long.  We covered the entire roof of this travel trailer with it last year because of those Atmospheric Rivers of Rain.  In spring it got removed and lumped over,  halfway down that hill,  under the trees.    Today i pulled them over the gravel and stretched them,  swept them,  hosed them off.   folded and rolled.  tied with feed bale twine and set over where we store things.   Done.   After i'd hosed them  i left them to dry and came back a couple hours later to fold and roll and as i did,  i flicked off what i thought was a clump of dirt but BRAIN that SEES more than i do said....WAIT!  LOOK AGAIN! and here was this small friend...a shell,  but i put it in my palm and Immediately s/he came out to see what was going on.  NO HESITATION,  Out,  the things that extend,  extending,  righting Self and on the MOVE.

 

I've forgotten what i know about Snails.  Need to go read.   But what a BeautyFULL creature,  so vulnerable but so trusting in the Going.   i want to be like this snail  as whatever is Different takes place.   

 

the Greening is in full swing.

returned

color not true.  they are very orange

 

it has begun imploding.  If i'd seen it at it's peak,  this largest one would have been flat and at least 10 inches across.

 

on the younger ones,  the  gills are bright colored,  but i love looking at this pic

Acey is needing a few days off.   No prompt this morning and i feel like i've returned from a parallel universe.    Everything has a different quality.   We will finish the 30 days in a few days.    This card has been next to me all along but i haven't looked at it.  It's the kraft paper cards that i'd found just before she offered the Challenge.   This one has a little experimental Inktense.   I looked today and see there is also now another option.   The world is even bigger than it was before.    

i got an email from my Belov~ed sister friend Sydney.   If you've been around a long time,  you might remember her and her daughter Talula.  Sydney and Sheila and Talula and Jamie.   They have also moved from Polvadera,  to Albuquerque.   She says she reads Talula the blog as she's drifting off to sleep at night.   Talula is somewhere around 14 i think?   Is this the most Wonder FULL thing?  it is.  It's so wonderFULL i keep re~thinking it...think about how BeautyFull a mother and daughter can be.

other ways

Prompt: consider aspects of working style you've grown to admire about each of your virtual collage tablemates.   See what you can come up with that pays homage to as many admired aspects as you can.

Dee:  the ease with which you move between portrayal of masculine and feminine

Marti:  not hesitating to merge cloth and paper

Liz:   makes the association of Grid and Beauty

Acey:   the sparkling healing power of Flowers,  always the Flowers

Carol Gabbert:   who i have come to know from this Collage work.   Seeing her own work via email...sometimes there are angels...the iconic ones  that hover over intense more primal scenes.   I have no angels,  but that white bloom was enough to say Angel for me.   I wish you had a blog,  Carol.   We would all benefit so much.

and Joanne:   what i have admired the most....the wild abandon of your incorporating the oil pastels.  I used Inktense here,  but even trying,  couldn't come near in the slightest 

this ManBoy's name is Delagha who made his way from Afghanistan to Europe by Hustling.   He is eight years old in this photograph.   

i appreciated this Prompt so much.  At first,  just reading it,  i could not imagine how it might happen.  But i seem to have learned things.   Things fell into place.

 

wanting to stay

here.   Wanting to stay here. Again.  I'd put these three together like this late last eve.  It had been a long day with many feelings.  When i went to the Baggie of Things,  to the Folders,   the light was dim.   I chose.   3.      Without almost not looking.

And this morning,  as i saw them,   saw what i'd written,   and then went to read the Prompt:   a few pieces that keep catching your eye but have no direct or even tangential relationship to prompt of the days...Do that.   Just because.

 still.   These three.    i don't tire of looking at them.  I might want to look at them for Days.   How they chose themselves.  Placed themselves.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

at Michelle's advice...this arrived and i looked but it's been uh,   busy,  so it didn't register.   But what's wrong  with this photo?

and i began reading   

the cover shows the stupa at the Barre Center for Buddhist  studies;   hornets have built a nest right above the head of the Buddha statue.

who, what am i

Prompt:  tell a 3 piece story of who you are in relation to the sacred directions...above   below within   .  just 3 elements.

Above is porous,    takes  In   all that presents      Within holds it all long enough to find any love    Below is the fertile field in which DOING is seeded and born and takes hold.   Above the mind     Within the heart   Below the Doing on this Earth.

Given. So Much. without even knowing what to ask.

Prompt:  create a companion because no tree should stand alone.

i immediately knew what to do.   I took it literally and went in search of  the Medicine Buddha,  but there was no Medicine Buddha,  I'm not sure which this is,  but i will trust.    a companion.   on the original Tree page.   It's Good.

 

received in Mail....tea bags from Joanne and returning home held them,   felt them,   and just to my left here at the Everything Table,  on the lap of the small buddha were some VERY small cutting scraps and i immediately placed them.   As i would VERY small cloth scraps.   This is a large step for Collage.

 

Talkie's molting progresses.   Her   ?cape?,   her neck and shoulder feathers....full and replenished.   Head and tail, not so much. We got her meal worms,  protein ,  to help it along.    

 

OOna.    one of the two Elder Does.  She and Onday.   Onday is in a world of her own.  OOna remains attached.   If you stand still for any small length of time,  Oona will be there,  standing next to you,  mouthing the hem of your jacket.   Talkie often stands on her back in the morning.  She doesn't mind.  Oona  is Arctica and Buckwheat's mother....she delivered them the day Jenny first arrived in California years back.  She returned to New Mexico.   She is here now.    Buckwheat was Nogal's sire.   Nogal is soft,  like her.  Arctica is wild like her  Buckwheat.   We have begun telling Goat stories to refresh and enliven our memories in case any of the breedings  "took".   We talk about maybe bottle feeding.   There's pros and cons.  

Went to the MVD today.   As i approached the stop sign at the street just before it,  out of nowhere,  behind me FAST was a California Highway Patrol SUV,   ......having a no good license plate,  i contracted,  small,  unidentifiably  grey,  told Tay to lay down.   Ninja.   But...ahead,  down the street was something going on and many police flashers.  Good.   They were preoccupied.  I proceeded through the stop sign and turned into the MVD parking lot.   Waited only one hour and took the test for the second time and PASSED!!!!!!   only one wrong!!!!!!   LEARN,  grace.   LEARN.   All the imagined possibilities....all of them.....for no good reason.   I studied the book  and it's done.  In two weeks i will have a real driver's license.  Which i will be able to renew OnLine ad infinitum till death do us part.    I can GO  ON.   Living.   ME.   i am ME with an identity provable.    How crazy,  but also how Great.   it's done.

and feeling all Happy i stopped at the automotive place on the way back that the guy on the corner said to go to and told him i needed a carburetor and he said...oh,  no.  he couldn't.  I pushed....why?   and he said you can't find one and i said what if i find one and can bring it ?    Would you put it on?   ok.    So.   We just go.   Some at a time.   Bill will find  me a carburetor.  It will arrive in the mail.   Get put on.   We will pass the Emissions Requirement,  just like i passed the necessary stuff for the Identity.  This life is strange but there are ways to navigate.   I'll find them.

 

valentine. who do you love?

a place you love.  Send a Valentine.

from when i was 21,   the first place i lived with earth,   Garden.  A tomato plant and zinnias.   There after,  everyplace.  Garden,  my longest lover except Earth herself,  and Earth gave me Garden.