so much could be written here this night. Too much. My head...Heart....are overflowing. and the rush of it all continues. So, i finally said to self this evening...ok....What ....can i DO to relieve the pressure? i already knew...just small ordinary things...sort through the red tool box...take out what is not loved, the duplicates...make room for what IS that has no place to be. Clean the kitchen where just earlier i had knocked over the bottle of sweet and sour sauce onto the sink rack of clean dishes. Make order of the bench seat across this table from where i sit, the things that i'd readied for loading into the vehicle, the most basic of what i NEED. Order them enough so they can stay there for the next months. Every year it changes. So few things i NEED. So much i Want and then...all that i Love.
and it occured to me that i could get a car top carrier. there's a rack for it. Put those Love things there...ahead of time...like soon. and leave them till Rain comes in winter. For instance...the two tins of beads and buttons that are down in the storage tubs at B. That for 3 years now i've said i'd Leave. But somehow, this morning i thought that i don't want to. Leave them. The pink wool blanket and extra old GOOD scratchy cotton sheets. Some clothes that i never wear but that have such meaning...i'll never wear them...they don't fit this life...like the Morning Thing i made in Jude's Contemporary Boro....i love it. and for reason. there's only One of It in the Entire Universe.
and anyway, on and on. I'll hook into the Buy Sell Trade Face Book page for Car roof carriers....begin watching.
Alyssia and Emrie came at the end of the afternoon. I met them down at the Big Gate, me and Tay. We did the Creek. Emrie just Going...IN...., me, easing in Alyssia watching over us. The Current is swift and strong...it's Full now and Emrie wore her waterwings and was carried over and over, bobbing along like an oak gall, a leaf or twig to where the barbed wire fence is that divides the land...back back up to the culvert to float again. Over and over and then we walked the other side up and up to where the small trees and bushes now prevent us from going through...have overgrown....that side there is a swath of a kind of water plant..like sea weed, like what you buy to put in your aquarium for your guppy babies to hide in...it looks ominous...thick and wavery but Emrie reached in and brought some up and it's
lovely. feathery. magical that it lives and grows under water. She has no fear or hesitation. The creek is full now. If it goes down some over the months, she wants to go from one side to the other, under the road, through the culvert tubes. She has no fear or hesitation. What is that like, i wonder? Water is her other world.
the pic is of Tree Woman. from maybe 40 some years ago. who i collaged in this way during Acey's Collage Challenge. It's been on the wall to my left since. I want/need/love. took it down and it's in the drawing book. on the bench. Ready
