windthread

love and prayer and living Life

yesterday it was the Button Bush.   Today,    it's here.....a  pic from Julian's  school's    Honors  Day    

Having turned a corner.    the verdict.   34 times.   Guilty.     I have been deep into watching all of it as it played out day to day.  I didn't necessarily want to be....but i was.    and  today,   i awoke      and first thoughts were of some     uhhhhh,    release?    there is an answer.   Guilty.          But then..............Now,    we go.   it's aftermath and on,  into November.   and i will be caught in the same  intense degree of Witnessing.      But i'd  like to do that in a different way.....and i am thinking. 

I constantly say..........love..........i love                    because i do.    I love so much.   Not just like,  care,    but    Love.....with my whole self,   Love things.    I love      Trees,  rocks,  insects,  plants,   cloth,  pencil,   color,  wind,   Sun,   night,   a dog,   a cat,   Goats,    music,   humanity ,   lizards,   birds,   words ,   earth,   Earth                  i love         Humanity.   This Planet.   Whatever All That Is.                         Prayer.....i've never known what   prayer is,   if it   "works"   or      not      But what about,   what about just Going as if it might.   as if it might    "work"?     toward                   Love?

Metta.        seems so simple.   too simple.    but         also,  undeniably true.........May we be safe.   May we be healthy,    Happy.   May we live  with Ease     

as it goes into  the "future",    these next months,    People in this country of the United States of America will       choose.     The 3 human beings in the pic here will live on with that Choice.     Ages 35,  14,   6  years.     For them,   the most immediate that i Love,   I will Pray.     my prayer is Metta.     for them,    for every single sentient being ,   and all we do not yet understand to be sentient.   All       ALL  human beings living in these  united states of any and every persuasion.    Every   Thing.      Metta.    I pray.

 

 

 

begin again

the Button Bush.    the Glorious Button Bush            in fhe 6 years i'd been here,    every year,  more FULL,  more glorious   More Butterflies.   and then....      I guess this is how it goes.   The canal people do this clearing on some maybe 5 yr schedule?   She's seen it before....when i arrived here in 2017  she was a small bush.   Bigger than this but not what she'd become.   

and so....she Begins Again.   I think of her roots.    With their equipment,   they disappear her.   But her roots.   Her deep self is there.    and     begins again.

the pic

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they

  

they were there yesterday.   at the front edge of the Bell Peppers.    Seeing them,   i looked everywhere to see if there were more.  There were NOT.   only these.   this little cluster.   This family.   About a half inch tall.    They would have come because of a     spore    right?    Who gave the     spore?  And then today.....they were almost GONE.....withered,  barely there.   Their lifespan       a day.   How many things are there like this that i      miss ?      That i never know exists?  because i wasn't present on that day that they lived????

 

gone yesterday because of typepad un responsive

 

 

minnow's point of view

looking in the opposite  direction.   you can see the adirondack  chair where i sit.    So this is up the hill a little...where Minnow goes to plan how next to get her ball thrown.    Don't know why,  but i thought to go up there and sit.     i liked looking at the chair,  imagining me in it,   being an observer.   This is somehow associated with those two drawings of a few days ago....the Imagination and that Other.....    AND,    YouTube,  as it does,   brought me a surprise.    a young woman telling me of 6 Simple Dutch Habits for Happiness, Health and Self Care.    The first of the 6 is    Niksen.    The Dutch Art of  "doing nothing".              the Art of Doing Nothing.     that's as far as i got.   

 

the 2024 plan. which isn't yet.

Jumpin Jack Flash

 

so.    everybody came and they fixed the leak in the pvc that brings water UP to Campsite C,   which is me,   which is the Goat water tubs.    Fixed.   it took a good chunk of the day.   two seperate trips for parts.   but....done.

Then,   checking out the Goat Boat.    The  modified flatbed trailer that i had built in New Mexico for bringing them Here.   we also had the horse trailer for the bucks.     Things have changed.  But...   ARE?  the tail lights working?,  brake lights?    How are the tires?   are we             ready     in an instant       to      GO?     Which brings us to Jack.       The does will all load.    Put a bowl of pellets in the Goat Boat and they will be good with that....a little confusion,  but not much      except for maybe Karma.   The last No Touch.    but.    All the buck goats have gone on.   Tenzin,  Nogal,  Sunny Ray.

Jack.      The last Evacuation.    We couldn't get him.    Alyssia was the only one that could rodeo him.  We would trap him in some corner and she would bodily pin him down.   The last Evac,   we couldn't .  and we had to go.    So we left him.   and Karma.  We left the door to his Feed Shed open.   They self fed.   Filled the water tub to brimming and left.    The feeling was awful.

Sheriff's were notified....livestock.....they came,   monitored water.   the Evac was only a couple days.   When we returned,  they were there.   Both of them.   in Jack's yard.   And then,  last year.   we built that Catch Pen with a little door from his Place  into it and the plan of feeding him pellets in there...so he was used to it....not Wary and Skittish        was a great plan except for the fact that he Jumped the fence of it.....well,   Jumpin Jack Flash,   right?     he jumped it  and caused all the Comotion  that's  in the Archives

 but this is now.            What do we do this year?    what about    Now?

waiting is hard

i want to make falafel.         Have some Tahini  forget what i got it for?    and yesterday made Tahini sauce.   i eat it with a spoon.   I envision falafel with these tomatoes,   other things that i'm growing like maybe even eggplant,  but for sure,   these.     I almost pray for them.

Earth Continued, Friday

this is Friday now.

so,  just to reassure.    Jude commented that  it  "looks a bit AI".         Alyssia had sent it to me so when i talked to her this morning i relayed Jude's comment and asked her  what she thought.  While we were on phone,  she  found this:

Storm Arwen masterpiece        daily mail.co.uk   by Lizzie May   Dec.  2021,   the article.     The photographer is Colin Richards  the place is Mynydd-Pwll-yr-lwrch   South Wales

not AI.

as i said in the response to Jude,  i know very little about AI  by choice.   My sense of it is that it  serves to keep us off balance,  makes us unsure  which may result in  the numbing that Joanna Macy talks about.    and just to say....i  am   Care full    about what i offer here  and i think i have an instinctive sense of what would be    AI.   you would not find it here.

not good, but.....good

leaving the Hill.    it takes a certain amount of determination.   I only do it maybe at most,  once a week.   Often less.     It has to do with being   "presentable"  to the world....as in what to wear,   ie: not the same Garden clothes of days on end......and    Hair.  My hair is an issue.   it's impossible straightness,  spindliness....especially since the hot water heater broke...so washing it has become a Trip.     

But i was ready.  did all the things i feel compelled to do and was ready and got in the vehicle,  turning the key and

nothing

it's an odd ignition....when turning off needs to be specifically and consciously aligned with the little off mark.     I didn't.   and the battery was dead.  Whaa.      so.....not remembering exactly how to jump it,   i waited for Alyssia to come.   We ran through the protocol and in fact,  i did remember,  ....eeeeeee......but the result was having to DRIVE it to juice up battery again.   We,  me and Minnow went.   First up to Lost Horizon,   the road on over above us here and slowly cruised ....all the houses there being so individual  and some peculiar  and how it is around here....there's NO shoulder to the road...you can't pull over...so pretty much no pics of anything.   But that's not far enough  so we came back down and set out up Olive Highway toward that finger of Lake Oroville  and i thought of Nancy's Bridge....this one so devoid of all her Bridge IS......and the world up and behind it,   burned by one of the fires...maybe 2 fires ago?....still...so stark  and we cruised a while then back down and pulled into Loafer Creek  but it turns out you need to get a day pass,  so we just turned around and

 

came home.

all along Carefree,   along the Rooster Swamp ,   the blackberries are  blooming. 

    

this one?

i took away the moss mask.   tried to fix the dog but the dog does not want to be fixed.     I don't remember what was going on with this ....?????     i don't know now what's going on with this......

 

What is this one talking about?