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true again

was hesitant.   it's not,  uhhhh,  lovely in any way,   11,   i've not used any of it ever before,  but have carried it with me for 30 some years....a piece of fabric gotten in Oregon.  1989?    From when i lived there a while,  made the Art Dolls and selling  at the Eugene  Artist Market.   Made my living that way.    it brought back memories of those times,  setting up for the Market on weekends,   for a while there was a guy who was a street person...would come to hang out with me at my booth.  Brought lunch which was a wild variety of delicacies  he scrounged from restaurant dumpsters to share.   I was hungry.  it was great.  The cloth bought from a young woman whose name was Beautiful Mountain.  They had i don't know how many kids,  she was breast feeding at least 3 and she WAS Beauty Full,  her,  her Beingness....they made plant essences.     and out of the blue i remembered that this piece of canvas i use as a wall cloth here...it's from then....is from one of the 3 panals of that booth.

so..11   and i thought...this can't possibly work...but....................it does.  Cloth is ALL INCLUSIVE.   Cloth does not say No.

 

saturday unto saturday, moving through the inbetween so fast

fast.   things move.   Saturday morning and i thought how my mind felt like Central Europe.   All these different countries with different customs,  different "interests",  different Languages.   delineated by borders that really,  don't exist.   here,  waking to the country of Making,   and then moving through,  to the country  of  the book,   Ways of Being,   and today,  saturdays,  the On Being country of the community read.   then,   family,   this Hill,   Spirit Cloth,   the country of our blogs,  the country of the News.   How i travel this way...all with my mind.  All IN my mind.   

to be Of

Toyon.   Color is not true.   the berries are a vibrant orange/red.   i learned this eve they are edible.   I think of Marti.   Would they mark cloth?

 

 

the Plumcot.   Every year she has developed a curled leaf thing.    It should be fairly easy to find out what that means and how to avoid it.      And this year,  she has created a child.   that needs to be moved?   

so many things like this and time goes like a blink of the eye.   This circle of seasons i want to be OF.    Of this Place.   I think those words...what does it mean?,   OF this Place?   thinking...........

 

 

sacred

i wanted to put the word here.   am not prepared to write about it.  just wanted it here.    Looking it up,  as in google,  it says:  connected with God (or the gods) or dedicated to a religious purpose and so deserving veneration.    So...what if your God (or gods)   is just Life.   Life as in what is alive.   All of it.    All that is alive.   Has ever been alive from the "beginning",   continues to be alive,  day unto day.  Ever alive.  Ever changing.  Ever Ever.   Ever Everything.

i told Emrie about the squirrels and she asked to use my Micron Pen,   eeee....i told her how it is with those pens,  showed her the small small thing that is at its tip....how it can be blunted so easily   she listened and just waited,  

so ok. i said  ...and she drew.    

to hear a story or    to have a thought     and      want to make a Picture.    This is sacred.    Emrie's squirrel.

the act of making a picture,  drawing,   is sacred.

Western Gray Squirrel   Sciurus griseus        Emrie Grace Jimenez    Sierra  Nevada Foothills    November 2022

experiencing looking

i had drawn this out of no where early,  for nothing.    the smear...a spatter of barbque sauce  on an otherwise "good" page...so i thought  how could it be beauty Full....asked the pencil

 

 

was standing at the sink  looking out that little window which is not my usual   Looking Out window.   it looks into the old Doe Forest.    Movement in the distancc,  trees,   the squirrel.    Not where i am used to seeing himThem.   But there....branch to branch and suddenly,   there were

TWO

there were two of Them  running  spinning  flinging  all within the space of that small window screen that was like an old time TV   They chased and spun and just   PLAYED.    PLAYED.   with each other.   there was such Joy,  such Wild Abandon  all for no reason other than what it was....those moments,  of sharing the Joy of EachOther in the tree branches .   Arboreal Squirrels.  TWO of them.   

 

acorn prayers 3

 

so...trying again.   I NEED this post here.   To mark the Space and Time.   This was Sunday...and a Turning Point.

Turning Point.    

all along,  while i've been stitching the Spirals,   i've kept two gallon zip lock bags just across from me on the table.  like...18 inches away.  One is for pieces i come across as i go through those Giant Cloth bags,  the 13 of them,  finding the components for the Spirals....pieces of cloth i love and want to keep close.  a lot of them,  there's only one small piece of.   The other bag is just small small scraps,  like an inch or something.   but needing to be kept also.   just because.

and as i have been reading Ways of Being     James Bridle     there has been fleeting urges to make a Cloth...in the "old" way,  old being before the spell of the Spirals....a Picture Cloth.....but i  still don't really want to do that anymore.   And really...there's no time.   The Spirals and the 3 quilts take ALL the SPACE of the days...as much as i can give and still cook food,  eat it,  care for the  Beings OutSide,   READ,  and with any warm day,   work down at the B Garden,  BE  OutSide and attend to this growing Awareness of how stuff IS.  How It's Presenting Its Selves...how i am OF  It All.  

anyway....drinking the First Tea on Sunday morning,  looking at that bag of loved pieces,   i had the urge to take some out and did.   And just moved them around together in front of me,   pushing the lap top back and away,  making space right in front of me and the

PLEASURE of that.   the Enoughness of that.   and suddenly i realized that it's the thing of Doing,  me and the cloth,  that i love and that i

don't need to stitch them together.

i can just do this...anytime i want to.   create the collages and then

just put the pieces back into the bag for next time.    that THIS IS ENOUGH to fill my need to be with the cloth,  touch it,  see its relatedness making some kind of Image Story.    that this is Enough!   

and that acorn bowl  that has been in the candle holder with the pins and sharpener....impulsively set there...my immediately calling it a prayer bowl.....about prayers....how i don't pray TO any thing,   how they really don't even have words,  my prayers but somehow still are       prayers      and that little acorn bowl is perfect for this.

so...this is enough for now.  it's a big Turning Point and i have marked it here enough and i type this with the fear that once again somehow it will suddenly all disappear  and i'll have to wait again  

acorn prayers 2

Typepad chose to disappear the pic.   Trying again.

love stuff

"Western Grey Squirrel.   A United States species of concern but are not currently listed as threatened or endangered.

Although Western Gray Squirrels are diurnal,  they are secretive by nature and stay away from humans as much as possible.  The Western Gray Squirrel has a silvery gray back,  a pure white belly,  and a beautiful long, bushy blackish gray tail edged with white.  These squirrels prefer oak and conifer forests,  traveling the arboreal pathways made by interconnecting tree canopies and feeding on pine cones.  They also forage on the ground,  eating fungi,  pine nuts,  acorns,  bark and some vegetation.  Like Eastern Grey Squirrels,  they bury acorns in the fall,  presumably finding them later by scent.  This behavior is called scatter-hoarding .   Western Gray Squirrels usually produce only one litter per year.   The female builds a nest of sticks for raising her young and the squirrels often sleep in nests in tree cavaties.  They are not territorial about their nests.  Only one squirrel occupies a nest at a time,  except for a mother with her young,  but several squirrels may nap in the same nest cavity in the course of the day. "     i naturalist .org

the First Time.....near the base of the large Pine by the Buck Feed Shed.    Sitting there,   holding something.  On the ground.   The Squirrel.   First time so NEAR.   ....as in    "our space" .   Always   UP in the branches ,  or a little lower,  but branches still,  back by the Curry House...speaking,  but never before like this and i kept approaching,  same pace and They     stayed     sitting and holding      until i was maybe 6 ft away and out of nowhere Puppy lunged and They hit the tree and escaped upward,  but only so far,  looking down,  was clear that this is a common scenario,  no concern.   I always only see one squirrel.  So i think it is THIS squirrel.   The Hill's squirrel.   I was honored.   That They chose to sit...as i approached.  Trusting.   5 years in December.  Stuff takes time.   

Then... the Spirals.  We'll call them that for the time being.   Finishing these two today and beginning another,  that second...I was sure COULD NOT work...but kept going and ....it DID.   They ALL do.   Over and Over,  they All do.   and i smile and continue in Wonder that it can work this way.  And continue in such great and deep pleasure of Them.   

again

today was supposed to be the day,   but i didn't.  maybe tomorrow.   I know they will be undaunted,  will begin again,  but this is just so....uhhhhh......such a piece of work

Margery...Tricksters Hoard   gave this today and  it was so perfectly beauty Full partnered with Them....

" I once read about a mourning dove who constructed her nest of just five poorly arranged twigs "    I LOVE the visual those words give me....the FeltSense of them....looking here and then that mourning dove...me,  how my nest is right now...piles of cloth scraps   

what lives we live,   all in the presence of one another,   sharing a world

 

They and every thing else plus a typo *

Housemates.    it's only been maybe 2 weeks tops since i last cleared the Window.    I don't know where the old one went after that...saw her once up above the window?   But now it's two juveniles.   they keep separate sides but their webs mingle.   This morning i see that someone has extended out to incorporate the picture frame.   Boundries.   they will have to begin again.

Erica Heilman     Rumble Strip   pod cast     today,  in honor of Veterans Day.   Please take time to listen.                                               the story of Vaughn Hood.   rumblestripvermont.com  

it is extremely extreme.  is Beauty FULL.     and comes in keeping with so much lately....things that all my life i   chose    either not to understand at all or to adopt a very limited understanding.     I am seeing this,  over and over.  it flows in  like a river.  

and i suddenly so clearly understood Jenny's man.   He is a quiet man in general,  but in moments of  tension or stress,  he will stand,  statue still,  staring off.     He was a marine in Iraq through 2 tours of duty.   I talked to Alyssia today,  you might remember that she was recruited by the Navy right out of high school  7 plus years* (not 2)* until a medical discharge.    The conversation was not what i would have ever expected...about the numbers of military in peace time and in war.  the history of the Draft.  so much more.   so  much   more.    I am amazed at what she carries in her head.

Please listen to the podcast.