windthread

a worm dreaming

Inktense.  Just a little at a time

this Forest

Several trees fell in the two Great Storms.   Old ones,  parts of sprawling ones.   Fire mitigation....cut and remove this fire fuel.  Everyone came.   Jeff is the designated chain  saw person.   He did well.   All four kids were here.  They did well learning how to be independently occupied....on their own,  with each other.   Jenny was very Happy.   She blooms with  getting things done.  

we looked at several colonies of Turkey Tail,  2 large ones,  many small.   Turkey Tail...long time medicinal.  you can google it.  We need to use it.   for our own well being.   Learn.   

am having issues with the new laptop's battery cord.  If i fail to appear on any morning...that's why.   

 

for Thay

Sun rose in the shell bowl

 

for Thay.  i will find the beauty that i had imagined

living

the time began by looking at a pic my son sent.   My mother.  Father.   His father's mother.   Holding my daughter Jenny as a newborn.    I say these descriptors to her.   She looks.  Long.   Asks....They are dead?   yes.  except New Nana,  your grandmother,  the baby.   She points to the 3 others...This one?    yes.  dead.   This one?   This one?   yes.   all dead.   There was talk.  What i thought dead might be,  her wondering.   and then we decided to go down to the Garden.  And the day went along.  The small wonderings being enough,  always left open ended to revisit and wonder more.   We wondered about centipedes,  about the different forms seeds take,  whether glass is metal.  How it is different.  The weight of water.  Velocity.  The desire to pick a flower,  tap dancing.   Who can say if you're good or not.  How a cat and a chicken always want to come where you go.   How many ways the number 10 can be painted,  how you can sing in your head, and no one else can hear you..  How she had just learned that.  By herself.

 

i have spent the ending moments of days with the Memorial ceremonies  for Ticht Nacht  Han.   I think how shallow my practice has been. Double click this.   an example of the shallow,  surface,  and then....the More

another surprise

looking for the fingernail clipper...in this box to my left along with a little stapler,  AAA batteries,  tweezers,  lots of stray small papers,  pens,  the pencil sharpener  etc,   these rubberbanded index cards that have things not to forget,  a lot still blank....i go to this box for something every couple days or so

today i saw

Upload to Shop.     Huh?    yes.   Upload to Shop   February 2020.    Well, Well.   so though i needed to leave for Town errands,  i thought i'd just see what happened.   Some of the words made no sense when looking at where the previous prompt got me,  but i persisted and tapped away and lo and behold.....there on the right side bar....SHOP....was the last pic of the phone gallery!  ....yesterday's miracle.   I have no idea what exactly i did,  but will try again tomorrow.   If i did it once,  i can do it again,  right? and if so...this is just absolutely Great.  

 

 

a collaboration,   i got it to keep standing,  Emrie did the arms,  head and hat....the face., the dent in the middle is the heart she says.   

un expected J O Y

and

i know i am always Exclaiming about things...using those words...Brilliant, Stellar, Extraordinary, Beauty FULL,  Unbelievable and on and on.   It's how i talk.   Because it's how i FEEL,  experience things....in bursts of Happiness,  Delight.

But today....how can i tell it?   How can i impart the profound FEELING i had upon the appearance of..................THESE.

i was turning out the soil from the grow bags and landscape pots into the new fake raised bed.   My whole self was kind of just mindlessly humming along and suddenly!!!!.....the first one WAS THERE and moving FAST....surprised and wanting to FIX it's sudden startling exposure......i reached down and cupped it in my hand and it flipped out and for a few minutes i couldn't find it but then did and picked it up again to set it gently into the soil....it had calmed,  i assumed  had become intent on it's well being and focusing .   ?    I sat on my heels a while,  just calming myself.  Breathing.  Realizing what had just taken place.   I got another landscape pot and turned it out,  and there,  ANOTHER.   Search for the first and ....this pic.    then take them back....Thank them,  Say Metta,  for them,  for me,  for this Place,  for All of Everything.    I had just read that poem about worms,  made the Cloth honoring them ,   and here,  today.....WORMS.   

the old man i used to take my tools to for sharpening in N Mex....he told me,  when i lamented about no worms in the desert....he said no.,  no grace,   they are there.  They are Everywhere on this planet.   You need to call them.  You need to make it right for them.   They will come.

so....playing it by ear here,  in this granite garden of B,   i have just done all i could imagine doing.   I can't dig into the soil with a shovel.   The rock and stone don't allow that.   So i have brought buckets and buckets of  manure and feed scrap,  layered it on.  Making small planting holes for things OR planting in pots.   And as i emptied those landscape pots i saw that the roots of some of the plants had filled them and gone through the drain holes to dive into the stone earth below...where the roots must make their way in the crevices between to find LIFE that they need 

How it Goes.   Trying.   

These two worms....so vibrant and ALIVE and ,  well,  so vibrant and ALIVE....they are like a Kiss on the forehead....a YES

a Yes,  grace,  keep going.   It's Happening.   Keep Going.

and then...now....late in the evening as i write this.   That thing about the Intelligence in the Universe...wanting to communicate with us,  "in however we can most find it"...Elizabeth Gilbert.....    How could this be more perfect?

double click the pic.   They are Glorious

Talkie's got her Mojo back.....AND!......

my catalog had not come but Just In The Nick of Time...Lace Lady had sent me hers and it arrived and also an Email from Baker Creek:

For 24 hours   Noon CST January 25 to Noon January 26    Baker Creek will donate 100% of all seed orders to World Help to provide humanitarian aid in Afghanistan.    Even if it's just seeds for your flower box on the window sill

 

 

 

 

and then...she has almost recovered her usual self from the winter moulting...lookin snazzy and who knows,  she might come back from her annual  self lay off and  even lay an egg?  she will be 5 this year having made it through yet another  weeks of Atmospheric River sleeping every night on her twig.   

 

gentle morning

swing and chair share intimate conversation  as  little stool and bells listen

a complete surprise

  

all i was intending to do was to stitch  down the Worm.   It went from there.   Of its own accord.   It wanted to Honor Worms and their Joy.   but began with those two plain scraps,  tho one was of Deb Lacativa,  but a pale Deb Lacativa  with a thrift store scrap of a cotton dress from who knows when ago.  An odd shape.     But i was waiting for the hot water to heat and i continued with the butterflies and then...the urge to find a backing....and i found possibilities and rinsed them,  hung them outside to dry on the Cloth Line and washed my hair.   Went to get them off the line and it just didn't stop till

here.

not one back cloth,  but two.   I've never done this before.   There was no question.  Both.   For     Worms.   Their Joy.   But then also on to me....the  Joy of this Cloth.   me and Them,  this Cloth.

being. here. now.

i also went to Alyssia's to get the new laptop.   The one here finally simply could not go further.   It had been failing for a while.  Alyssia had gotten a replacement that had  waited.   

We sat on the driveway of the Yellow House as she did the necessary things to transfer to the new one.   Emrie was patient.    Then....the package from Margery.   I'd brought a handful of carrots from B Garden for Emrie.  the largest maybe close to the size of a walnut,  smallest pea size.  but  all,  fragrant and alive.    And here She was,  Old Oak    and Emrie put one of the carrots into her mouth so she could taste it.    it had been a long journey in the box.

 

 

On the hanging cloth wall,   She and i are face to face.   Today we made up songs and touched the Earth in love and honor of the Beloved Ticht Nacht Han  

There is GREAT WIND tonight.