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life forms

plumcot pit

 

bell pepper

 

from the trampled Goat dirt just outside,  toward the Morning Tree.   There's a lot of broken glass.  small pieces.   Jenny's man picks them up while she and i talk on and on.   He hands them to me by a palm full.   and then,  there was this

i saw an egyptian boat,  an Angel within,  sailing sailing across the river styx ....but then....no,   couldn't be, but the association was a Key and Good....an "angel"  ....spirit.....from the Other World that is simultaneous and ancient  ....   a SIGN.

First close Fire of this Season...ten miles away....standing at Sunny Ray and Jack Flash's fence  Alyssia and i watched the smoke plume rise.  Watched on the phone alert things....the evacuation there on those roads,  but then contained.  75 acres.   Here it goes.  

yesterday or today....living collage

 

 

 

 

 

National Geographic  6/2020 issue    Gabriele Galimberti    portraits of people in there homes for the quarantine in Italy.   He placed two stands of photographic lights in front of a window outside a dwelling.   He retreated so the people inside could safely retrieve the lights.  Shouting through the window,  Galimberti directed the positioning of lights and people,  then made his photos.  Quarantine portraiture.

Diorama

This is Greta Tanini and Cristoforo Lippi ..."normally live apart but found themselves together in the shuttered city.   "We prefer to remain in isolation rather than taking risks or endangering the health of others.", she says.

Some time back,  maybe a year or more?  i began to follow a woman,   Cecilia Mary Gunther,  a New Zealander who had married a man of mid-west farm people.  She became a farmer.  Determined to be organic and kind.  Raising cows, chickens, ducks and pigs,  feed for those.   Recentlly,  months,  she began working part time at a grain mill nearby for extra cash the farm needed.  This parttime turned into much more and really her life is now fulltime fulltime.   She used to blog daily but now every now and then.   Today,  said  "...create systems that are long term.  No more hunkering down and waiting.  Get busy.  Let's literally design our lives to create safe living spaces and inclusive caring practices that include all our neighborhoods."    I read the words and tho am not sure how to translate them to something i know,  they caught and held my attention.  I read them  several times.           The kitchensgarden.com    Nanette turned me on to her.

 

how many?

beings are Here,  that i never see,  that remain unknown to me?,  but that are residents Here......?...........

surreal

a better rendition

 

 

they came at twilight.  close to dusk.   much later than usual.   Bringing ice 

 

after their day going to Chico for a few things, one being dropping off saliva samples at a lab.  The naturopath.   looking into Cortisol.   Alyssia had to collect saliva samples every 2 hours for 24 hours.  as in all night too.    105 degrees.   Emrie wants to get in her pool.  Alyssia is exchanging ice thingys and rearranging refrigerater,   emrie and i go to the pool next to the Curry House.  There's a tree frog in it,  sitting on one of the wood scrap 2x4s  that become Emrie's floating tea table.   it moves closer to dusk.  Alyssia comes and sits.   The HEAT begins to dissipate,  palpably.  Everything seems  "palpably".....We drink imaginary tea,  the little frog floats.  It is all so surreal.   I am with them but also almost not,  am a little distance away,  disconnected,  and i LOOK

at them....

We have changed in these months that don't seem like months at all,  but have been swallowed somehow and are gone...almost without memory,  a lot of it,  and i look at these two human beings....they have changed.   The one who was so girl like has changed to become almost matronly.   things have weighed on her.  almost matronly.   The one who was a toddler has become a Girl.  a Young One   of the Kind of the almost matronly one.  There is great similarity.   Time has been a blur  but change has taken place.   I wonder about my self.   i have become barely here.

 

 

there were 5 green bean seeds left.   I planted them at the B Garden  and lo,  and behold....     I am DETERMINED to grow at least a healthy Green Bean Plant if not green beans.   I could hardly wait to get there this eve to see how it was going.  It was

106 today.

it is fine.   and there are 3 others.

culture

"the customs,  arts,  social institutions and achievements of a particular nation,  peoples,  or other social group"

a spirit house.  for and within a

culture 

What?   culture is this spirit house....For?   Within?   What kind of spirits might be drawn in?,  to? 

What kind of spirits might a member of said culture welcome?   with joy   and/or with trepidation?   

spirits of all kinds are necessary.

 

i can continue

 

 

living

over at the plastic table.   This mat.  the plastic table which is white.   over  there,  just up the hill,  the sprinkler thing.   

i'd taken her booster seat over there a while back,  knowing we'd hook up the water.  Planned to scrub it so it can be let go of...via Alyssia on buy sell trade exchange.   But

she has feelings about it...likes it.  sits down and buckles herSelf in and plays.  it will be 104 on Friday.   

Alyssia went to Chico to have blood drawn...the new Naturopath  and while she was there did some of the weekly grocery shopping at Trader Joe's.   there were feelings about that....but she went.   What she found was 100% compliance with masks and distancing.   100%.  and saw a few people turned away for no mask.    On the way back,  she stopped at Raley's,  the bougie grocery here in Oroville,   store that is the option of Walmart,  store i used to frequent... and went in because she'd forgotten to get me ginger root.   she said maybe 5% masks.   5%.   this....with the govenor of CA calling for complete masking for the state in the last couple days.   This.  oroville.   the upscale grocery.   5%.   We are an interesting people,  us amerikans.

fullness

it's BEGUN!!!!!    What would the experience of this be....for a Plant Being?   Only in the second year.   Having been devoted to Growing.   and now....the crowning glory....i am so excited

 

and now,  Next has arrived.   I love her butt hairs.   I milked her in N Mex.   she wasn't into it at all,  back then.   But she's a very different Mother this time.  The little ones are going on half her size and still nurse.   i see it happen 3 or 4 times a day.  Her udder is healthy.  teats even.    no wear and tear.   The milk stand has been moved into the Curry House for over a week now.  They will need to be separated.   eee.    The easiest way is to separate them at night.  Probably i'll put her in the Curry House and leave them out.  My guess is that they will lay next to her along the fence of the corridor.  For a few nights there will be crying.  But not for long.   Will milk her first thing in the morning then let her out.   Put her back last thing in eve.  It'll work.  She can wean them as she chooses and i can,  hopefully,  continue to milk.  if it goes well,  it will be about a year.  Cheese.  Slow,  Slow,  we work toward feeding ourselves.  Eggs,  milk/cheese,  vegetables.   Food enough for Life.    The deer have not come to eat the Pear Tree ,  the Plumcot Tree...so far.   They've grown and give fruit.  Just a little so far.    The grape vines which we have not cared for as we should,  have grapes.   The rooster swamp is FULL with blackberries again.   The mullien is medicine as is the Yarrow and Plantain that grows.  Figs.  and maybe pomegranates if the squirrel allows.  We go along.

 

Giving

 

the Button Bush at the creek.   Click it to enlarge...enlarge as far as you can.   This is the ultimate.

the power of Asking

there was intake of Breath.    i stared.   Suprised.

 

 

(an accidental space,  but....it's also.....true)

 

 Compassion.    not the familiar interpretation i know for three of wands....i stared.  Compassion it said.   then directly to the central image...Mudra,  something i do know and the agelessness of that and the agelessness of the hand,  at first seeming to be of Earth and then of Stone and then back to Earth, to Stone.    Hand.  Ageless Hand of Being.   on the right,  a palm print with heart center....child,   heat.    to the left a hand of age,  butterfly,  rainbow.  i am not any where done with looking at this Collage of  felt/sense images.   All day,  off and on i look.   Tonight,   the Longest Day,  i am looking still.   These two "cards"  say.....stay long here.  Just stay.   Let them speak.  It needs to take time.