windthread

for the love of EveryThing

She did come back but stayed on the fence side of Her daisy bushes.   in anticipation,  i had schooled self a little more about the use of this phone camera.   The Bees were extraordinary.

She

there are black butterflies with yellow gold design.   Yellow butterflies with black marks.   Then...yesterday....

Shy.  Flitting off when  noticed,    but then.....returning.    I tried all morning,  when Her colors were different.   This photograph was taken by Jenny  when SUN was high.   But it witnesses Her presence.   

She came again today,  but there was WIND and nothing more,  but She did,   come again.  What is her lifespan?  How many days will she continue to come?   I'll   go earlier tomorrow.   Maybe easier.  There is blue and violet in her wing. 

i found Her in the book...She's a common buckeye.   not to me.

This.

arranging Its Self   from these last days.

Components.   Jude talks about components.   Like a symphony .     but....no....symphony is to BIG,  too Loud.  Too Much.    What then,  like what?    Sym is the Greek root for same,  with,  or together.   A Sym.   a Sym of things long loved,  New,  and Still yet to come.   That small weaving at the top,  Jude Hill.   That i have loved and used as small altar cloth for specific and particular needs.  over years.   i need to re write those words of   Padraig  O'Tuama   that are here,  on the index card.   re write them for here because that card is the one that needs to be folded in my pocket until it is memorized.  

this morning,  just before light there was a SOUND.   Utube   Scream of the Red Fox.    a single sound.  once.   the Owls are back...their migratory circular event...i thought....not a Red Fox,  but Puppy.   I thought Puppy bit the dust.  But no....later,  as i had asked Jenny and her man to stop at B Garden on their way up,  which they did,  and as we sat there in the plastic adirondack  chairs ,  Puppy arrived.     and i'm going to say this,  about Jenny,  here.   She's not much into sitting.   She likes to DO things.   But because it was such an intensely BEAUtY FULL mid afternoon,  after all that HEAT,   such a wonder FULL gentle day....we sat and she indulged me with conversation that i wanted to have,  with questions,  that pushed her.  About family.  About Voice.     about a Lot.   I had to keep repeating..... " i am working on my End Game" .....so i need to keep asking.   And Cynthia,  in the background,  whispered....Gentle Day.  and it was.

Everything is already Here.

 

how interesting.   Since i tried to post the link...yesterday....typepad is now in spanish.  ???????   yes.  spanish.   So...i don't know the words,  like Borrodor and Guandar,   i just know by Sense,  by Touch,  by some kind of spacial sense and touch of what to click on.   

but here we are.   This Altar.   this Coyote Basket that Joyce Tinkham made so many many years ago...i keep trying to find her,  Joyce,  and not yet...i haven't   but this basket which holds different things on going....during Fire Days,  it changes,  During Fire Days...........do i Take it?   Do i leave it?....to act as some kind of SAFE for this place?   How could this woven twine basket make SAFE?    Always inside are my two childrens  Tooth Fairy Teeth.   Their teeth.   Other things change but their teeth remain in the little plastic orange treasure chest our beloved dentist gave us,  firmed up with a rubber band.

 

what if we could......?

https://www.facebook.com/100035597501290/videos/191609896275465/

well....it doesn't open here. On my phone, if i press it with my finger, the open facebook icon appears...
tap and it's there.

again

you have noticed.   I am repeating self here,  a lot,  lately,  repeating images.   I need to do this.  Want to.   Some Things i can feel are falling into place,  just behind my conscious Knowing.    So...as a journal entry,  i say to this journal....I am aware.   I am "following instruction"  to Repeat.   I wish i knew how to switch over to italics.    it would be nice to write that sentence in neon blue italics.

here,  Tree Woman and the Crow....images go back to Michigan.   30 years.   The cloth strip on the side...all is securely stitched in place with Jude's invisible baste that she calls Glue Stitch.    There is no backing.    Just this thin cloth.  These scraps.    Time now to decide about the EYE.   Which is also repeating.  The eye.   

And more repeat.   On Being.   where once a month or so will be devoted to The Future of Hope.   Today.  i wrote two fragments down..."widening our aperture so we can see  [reality]"        "I will do things for no good reason and i will love it."  both quotes of Kate Bowler.

the repeating widens the aperture.   encouraging me to do things for no good reason

Michelle of NYC and my heart

so i'd gone back to September of last year here....to remember something.   I don't often do that...go back.   and that led to going over and back with Ms. Uncertainty Principles.blogspot.  Michelle.   it was the September 18th 2020 post there.  She said:

"How does a caterpillar rearrange itself into a butterfly?   What happens inside the chrysalis or cocoon?  First,  the caterpillar digests itself,  releasing enzymes to dissolve all of its tissues.  If you were to cut open a cocoon or chrysalis at just the right time,  caterpillar soup would ooze out.  But the contents of the pupa are not entirely an  amorphous mess.  Certain highly organized groups of cells known as imaginal discs survive the digestive process.  Before hatching when a caterpillar is still developing inside it egg it grows an imaginal disc for each of the adult body parts it will need as a mature butterfly or moth....discs for its eyes,  for its wings,  its legs and so on.   In some species,  these imaginal discs remain dormant throughout the caterpillar's life;  in other species,  the discs begin to take the shape of adult body parts even before the caterpillar forms a chrysalis or cocoon.  Some caterpillars walk around with tiny rudimentary wings tucked inside their bodies,  though you would never know it by looking at them"

How did i not read this post then?!!!   but looking back both places....we were Evacuated.  I was staying at Alyssia's in town...3 weeks...pretty much not conducive to orderly anything.    But this post of hers is  so much,  totally,   Michelle.  She was answering this for some one else,  but it is the question i once again have  in the last days...and i would have wondered aloud here and she would have answered with the above.   Which,  she kind of did.    and a while later,  i am looking for a blank envelope and come across the card/drawing above.    Synchronicity?  Maybe.   Maybe Michelle.  

Hello, Michelle...i love you.

 

cloth

the small weave,  bottom left is of the hand of Jude Hill

i went back to September of last year because i couldn't remember.   Things flow and become same and different....are no longer distinct.   Is that true?   not sure.   Everything is in question.

but i did plant peas again today.  Maybe there's enough time,  it's for the pods,   so why not?   

Love these....they tell me that the Inside of me is ok.    I can make any kind of cloth at all and these are the ones that arise.  This is good.  The InSide of me is good,  is .....well.....like Michelle wrote about the imaginal discs of a pupating caterpillar.  I have good and interesting and HOPE FULL imaginal discs.   i am reassured.  Thank You,  Michelle

 

somewhat familiar

it's been a while since i started from a beginning.  I think over a month...could go look,  but a while is enough to know because i can't really remember how the small cloths happen.   I know that a piece of them just "floats to the surface" of one of those 13 bags.   And it somehow goes from there.   Today though,  it didn't.    That purple cloth...i love it a lot...it's FULL of imagery but i have never been able to use it.  Even when i was making much larger Cloths.  And same today.   And then the one on the left,  more love.  So i'll just wait.   I enjoy looking at this "installation" a lot.  It feels good.  The purple cloth feels really good.  I'll practice being content.

 

and well.....eeeeee.   There was zucchini pizza in the oven  this morning.   But this front being?????  the first of it's kind?  and it seems from the regular yellow squash plant,  but i don't think that's possible?   Is it edible?   is it ornamental?   is ornamental also edible?  The squash plants were from little ones that Jenny brought from Tractor Supply.   They had the usual identifying thingys...none mentioned or pictured this.   Any one know?

and back to the cloths at the top.   Crows have become present throughout the days lately.  They don't light in these trees but have been flying low and loud.   More than ever before.   That Purple....i think....Crow.   Maybe i'll need to cut a small piece of it and use it.  

 

this planet Earth and all Beings

Margery Knott's blog  trickster'shoard.com     Her Raven Shawl   and these words of Padraig OTuama

Narrative Theology #1

"And I said to him:                                                                                                                                                                                                            Are there answers to all this?                                                                                                                                                                                       And he said:                                                                                                                                                                                                                     The answer is in the story                                                                                                                                                                                            and the story is still being told.

And I said:                                                                                                                                                                                                                         But there is so much pain.                                                                                                                                                                                            And she answered:                                                                                                                                                                                                          Pain will happen.

Then I said:                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Will I ever find meaning?                                                                                                                                                                                             And they said :                                                                                                                                                                                                                 You will find meaning

where you give meaning.

The answer is in the story                                                                                                                                                                                             and the story isn't finished."

 

I want to memorize this.   I want to walk it,  each evening as a prayer.