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day 2. No Spirit Cloth....Relief!!, she's ok.

 

how will i do this.    ?    .      ?      the tree is over 3 ft.    i have no surface to accommodate that.  

a day. of Life. i, We, are alive.

at the top of the vertical post...you need to click on it to enlarge....that one,  of the "military"  the push up lizards...the one i think is the same one all the time....the Wall Garden Lizard....  this was as close as i could get.   They are very wary of form and movement.   Even tho i state my intention ahead of time,  this was as close as was comfortable for this Lizard.   I believe they "know" me.   Know my presence.   But have requirements for their Beingness.   Just this much.  ok.   i am ok with that.  Was happy to share space.

 

Pomegranate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   oh,    EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

tender

two more little prayers.   And looking,  i realize that my imagining of this Cloth needs alteration.   This is a Blanket.  or           will be a blanket and so,  will be washed.    at the laundromat.    things will need to be STRONG.    Stitched firmly,  tho they are Tender.   ok.

 

 

in the build up of manure and feed refuse by the Chicken Palace.   Glorious leaves and so much make me think they are FOOD.  Like spinach,  or arugula,   but some kind of wild thing?????   

Goats are going through a  "stage"....doe Goats.   Am feeding the evening feed down at campsite A because of Caroline and the little ones being up here in the Curry (kidding) house.   Since i've been planting,  i am down there in the afternoon and they show up,  in anticipation from about 2:30 on....loud.  Milling.   Wanting.   Wanting NOW.   If i ignore them they will go off for a short time,  but are back again to repeat.   I need to wait till they are gone  to put the pellets in the bowls.   There's a tension.   
Soon,  Caroline will need to be set free from the Curry house.   Soon too,  the little ones will need to be set free for the day.  Free Range Goats.   We have no idea how to do it.   Never done that before.   I WORK.  Like WORK.  with my concern which borders on anxiety about it all.   I know that it will just go as it goes.   But that part of me that wants to make it all safe is a big player now.  Breathe.   repeat.  I will do the best i can.  Breathe.  repeat.

 

 

 

the littles

these little blues are everyWhere.   and little pinks and whites

 

this little Prayer.   Wants to be Everywhere.  ok.

slow down, grace

 

in yesterdays comments,  Maria wondered...where are his roots?   are they cut off or are they dried up?  and this wondering realized that the second component would be the Mycelial world.   Lizard is later.   Forest.  Under world of Forest/Earth mind.

Which brought wondering that i carried all day,  an undercurrent to the doings,  mind pulling back into it.................................? What was it like There?   that Earth,  what was my perception/sense/feltsense of Earth there?   on the right here are the plant bodies of two of the Grasses.  small root systems on each.  and then?, below that?   it was Desert.  True Desert.    Sand.  and deeper,  clay. Then more sand.    In many instances a plant or trees tap root would extend down to an aquifer.  But only where i'd planted those 20 years was any evidence of deomposition of plant matter,  compost,  and anything more than sand.   I WILLED things to grow.   Is this true?      I think and remember.    I am simplifying.  There must be More,  either that i don't remember or didn't ever know.  Maybe didn't ever know.   I knew of the concept of a mycelial world all during the time there.   But it was an understanding,  not the Reality that i found upon arriving here.

ok

it is very clumsy....the Tree,  but it will be good.   It will be what needs to be here.  it's the Beginning of this Other Side.  The Now side.

the all day of Rain...a lot of just standing and looking at all the stitches from the First Life Side,  the New Mex side,  they are a kind of thread braille.  They are an active Remembering,  not memory,  but an active Remembering,  still alive,  still moving.  This side must move among them,  the  unselfconscious otherside marks.  Then   makes Now    possible.   

I think.   What needs to be portrayed here,  on the Now Side?   What are the core components of Now.   I looked at the Then side the other day and all the lizards there.    Thought about that on this rainy day,  lizards....how every day of Wall Garden,  i am in the company of lizards...right now,  mostly the plump dull brown ones with short tails that run along the top of the Wall,  doing that up/down exercise...like push ups...i told Alyssia i call them the military.   I think they have territory,  that i am seeing the same ones over and over because it is their territory.   There are 5 kinds of lizards,  a skink and then that salamander.   I remember talking with Wendy Golden Levett when i was feeling angst about leaving New Mex,  leaving the lizards.   Her kids used to read this blog.   and One boy told her to tell me to go.   That there would be lizards here.  I believed him and he said the truth.   There are so many....so.....from the Then Side,  Lizards came through.  one thing i know to begin.  Lizards.

unconventional

forecast for tomorrow and Sunday....100% chance of RAIN.   and ordinarily,  that means rainy day.  pretty much all day or for sure,  all day.  so i need to bring in.

 

 

too long to fit on the PVC wall.    Which tells me a couple things,  one,  how big that Wall was in the ROOM in New Mex...there was a lot of space on either side.  But also,  folding the sides in,   it can be done.    Just a lot will need to happen OutSide on the Cloth Line.   That's ok   and yes.  the Cloth of Evolution will be here.   pretty much like this.    The stitching that came through is how that evolution went and became,  is,  now.   The evolution that is portrayed  on this side is really,  hardly begun.  it will be just guessing

the top of the butterfly.  i like this.  will leave,  as is.

 

this Scrub Oak is just behind the place where the Triteleia laxa,  the Flower of Hope,  is.  I stood.  squated.  a long time.  Taking this Tree in.   I think it is very OLD.   i will need to look more to say anything about why there is the sense of that.  But i think it is very Old.  Behind it is the far side of the meadow of  Campsite A.     It's along  CareFree Way   and across from it on the other side of the road,   is the seasonal stream that is also a part of this parcel.  Parcel. what a funny word.        it stands Sentinal there.   Singular.  Unlike the Trees of this Hill Forest who,  tho individual,  feel to be All ONE.   

even tho

 

when Alyssia and Emrie were leaving yesterday,   they backed up down a ways on Carefree Way,   just looking.   Checking the fence.   She messaged me....LOOK!     We don't know what this Flower Being is.   The blooms are at the top of a 3ft straight stalk.  Long slender leaves rise from the base of that stalk.   I looked in the  Laws Field Guide to the Sierra Nevada.  not there.  We have not seen them before,  but that doesn't necessarily mean they haven't been there.   Maybe we just never have walked down there at this particular time of year when they are blooming?   The plant, leaves,  they rise from is similar to the Soap Root plant.  Seeing this makes me Beyond Happy.   is a true Gift during these days and energizes my spirit and heart.   Earth.   I looked and took these pics as i was heading out for town.   I'll go back tomorrow and look closer,  spend some time.  see if there is more that might help identify them.   

 

 

 

 

on the lower left of the Other Side.    The Gate yesterday...also on the lower left.   i think WAY back...to the NLP training i took,  remember NLP eye accessing....down to lower left....visceral.   Have not thought about that in so so many years

 

maybe this?    the Cloth that helped me understand Evolution....radical change.   That things must come apart,  things that have been static that no longer serve.   to evolve,  free,  they must come apart.   at some point,  the momentum of that will turn,  and new form will occur.   but the dissolution is necessary.  

the grocery.  Post Office Box Lobby.   BACK HOME.  like a boomerang.   Gloves.  Hand Sanitizer.  No mask.   Few people wearing masks.   some.  not many.  and not many gloves.   there are barriers now to protect cashiers.  Even at the local Lakeside. Theirs with 2x4s and plexiglass.   The shops "downtown" by the Post Office....all closed.  Very few  streetpeople even.  Where are they?  I get my Tea brand at Raley's,  a kind of upscale grocery.  No hand sanitizer at the door.  ZERO paper products.   Zero California local Lundberg Basmati Rice.   2 or 3 of the usual MANY kinds of dry beans and lentils.   

there is a WORLD of difference between  the flower Being along the road and the "marketplace".   There is nothing in common.  The FEEL,   nothing in common.   late in the afternoon i gave water and attended to the Feeling of that.   Attended to the spontaneous joyfullness of the Plant Beings.   I told them,  how i went into the world of a      virus      .   I told them how much i want to continue living.   Didn't go any further.   just that.  

i forgot to give Talkie her meal worms....because the location of the evening feeding routine has changed.  And needing to give water in the Curry House.   So she had given up and gone off,  but remembering,  i called her...yelling out her name and there she came...RUNNING as fast as her chicken legs could go....running running up the road to the sound of her name....how there is so much to love about that...that a chicken can be Far Away but being called,  will come.  as fast as she possibly can.  from a long distance.

 

this then.

Spirit Cloth.   3   Big Cloth.   I'd thought the Daughter Cloth.   Let it go at that.  But   this morning went to find the Magic Diaries Cloth.    and looking...there in the low left corner,  the Gate.   A perfect image of the Gate,  back,   in New Mex.   How did i do that?....i have no memory of this,   but here it is.   This Cloth is 6 ft  x  45".   Big.  Big Enough.

 

it's so faded.  It once was a beauty Full blue.  All those years, either on the Wall in theRoom,  or in the Window...  a ghost of how it began...the color of sand.  But then...how so True.  

 

some things remain the same,   but carry Through.    to   Here.    Now.   Carry Through.