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when i got to B to turn on the water.....

this is the road down  to the big gate.   The way  Out.

 

just about in the middle....a trunk broken.   maybe about 20 ft up.   the Whole upper tree is balanced there   the top having taken down or over ,  several smaller trees and balances  in their branches.   There are actually 2 Pines down.  The first and largest broke at Earth....drought    and its branches intertwined with one close by,  took that one with it.   the broken off one.   Understanding the story of this Hill,  this Oak and Pine Forest would maybe ease the sense of loss.   ?   i don't know.  Seeing very large trees...fallen...

there is a sensation i cannot find words for.     Would they have lived on and on if there was not this drought?   Already they are some hundreds of years old?     and yes...there is that thing about Nurse Trees which is Real and very beauty Full,  but this forest does not need that,   i don't think?,   it is thick.   And maybe more thick than it might have been without the advent of Foreign People.   I really need to get to Verbena Fields.   They will know the story.

 

they came.    First Alyssia then Jenny then grandson Jeff and then Jenny's man.    in the distance,  Jax and Emrie.   3 chain saws,  only 1 of which worked...maintenance needed....but the road is Clear.   Branches cut and hauled down to the gate where the next round of the rented chipper will turn them into mulch.   It's On Going,   This Hill,   and why it would be so so good if they were able to LIVE here.   it could become.....Some Every Day.

It was only 91.   There was some strong breeze,  almost small Wind.    Things dimmed by smoke from the Mosquito Fire,  not a threat here,  but incidentally...grew 17,000 acres in 4 hours yesterday.   Not a threat here,  but "Their"  Fire has become "Our" Fire anymore.      Just

Fire.   

as i type      Wind rises and for the first time in weeks,    it is   Comfortable.   

A long time ago when i first got here someone expressed interest in the Pine needles for basket making....was it you,  Beth?????  but here they are....trillions and Beauty FULL and perfect.   I would be happy to send.     Basket making is hard on your hands.  Jenny said today...maybe we should ALL work together   to make just  One Basket.  a Hill Basket.  

 

 

~ Shop ~

circle round.     here we are again.   Shop.   

i cannot find a way to put pics in the SHOP over in the sidebar and i am tired of trying.   So for now...this will need to be it.    Every First  of the month,  if i have a Cloth,  i will post it like this.   Will see how it can go.  

Temple of Earth and Sky

of the Intelligence of the Universe series

a Cloth i'd not imagined to ...sell.....

9  1/2   x   11 1/2    Deb Lacativa damask,  cotton  and rayon salvaged thrift store scrap,   a very old tea dye loose weave cotton,  graphite.   

$85  incl.  postage which has become a consideration

email if interested

words

all so full of Nuance.   We could use the word.....precocious.   or,  trouble.   or,  both.   Sometimes Alyssia leaves her laptop going and falls asleep or goes off to do something.    We can only assume.

Amazon delivered these plastic popbead kinds of things yesterday.  A little box of them...she calls it her Treasure Chest.  She was so so happy to see them.   Turns out she somehow had ordered them....going through the whole process.  completeing the order .No one knew.  But they arrived and she did.

a heads up

 

this is the large drawer in the kitchen.  2 ft by i guess maybe 15 inches or so give or take.   It was the junk drawer.   Little things.  Very small nails,  small srewdriver combo thing,  plumbers tape,  other tapes,   masking scotch etc.  Hose washers,  stuff we don't know what they are but don't want to throw out,   and on and on.  A few months ago or more,  it fell apart.   The front weighing at least 5 lbs and attached to the flimsey arrangements in first pic.   Why is a question would any one in their right mind create that?,  but...why ask,  too.   It's all apart and i can't figure out how to put it together again.  Its sat on the bed in that back room.  it takes up an enormous space....there, where it actually IS and also in my mind.   So i spent a CHUnK of time today trying to fit it together,  the wood glue ready in case of success,  but not.  Next weekend i'll give it to Jenny's man,  ask him to see if he can find a way and if not,  will just throw it out and live with the gaping hole.   Otherwise,  i worked at trying to Order that back room.  There are 4 gallon pails of paint  that shouldn't sit outside during cold times,   2 50 bags of combo grain and alfalfa pellets,  one 50 lb of just alfalfa pellets,  a 50lb   of dog food,  a 30lb bag of cat food and a 10lb bag of meal worms that only weighs 10 lbs but is huge.     There are BOOKs and then....there is CLOTH.  a lot of CLOTH.  So much CLOTH.   Last Friday it was 90 degrees,  a preview of what it's like in this tin house in Summer.  Today it was 63 and will remain in 60's till friday when it will go back to the 70's.   Now's the time to  get things as orderly as possible back there before the onset of Fire Season.  Getting things orderly means consolidating.  Again,  paring down.  What can go?  

and it rained off an on.  This does NOT happen in May.  It rained off and on.  as it will for the next few days.   I watched and in what seemed to be a sunny break,  leashed up Tay and let Caroline and the little ones out.   This needs to happen Every Day from now on until something resolves.   Tay  and i hang around,  Caroline wanders the little ones WHIZ .  And as also needs to happen,  the Doe s returned and there it continued,  them expressing themselves to Caroline by pushing,  smelling,  head butting and it was her and Celia again...who has never before made an effort to Challenge,  but sure is now....i watched closely who just ignored it all,  who intervened and how they intervened,  the combinations....then it started to rain again.  Back to the drawer.  All the while the Diaries Cloth lie there,  folded so Green Tara was there...watching.  waiting.   I watched her watch and wait.

and i collaged one of the little books that Acey had sent me ...to send in response to a Mother's Day letter that my son's daughter Giana in Colorado,  age 6 ,  had written to me   addressed to Goat Gramma on the envelope....

so the heads up is about all the above.   This blog was created as a place to   keep track of my Cloth Making.  In the beginning,  to keep track of the work i was learning to do from Jude.   Because Cloth is always about Life,  there has always been some of that.  And that's good.   But for a while now,   i have become uncomfortable by the lack of substance.   What i'm feeling is a classic example of the Buddhist Teaching of Dukkha.   You can google it,  it will be worth your while,  but the Wikipedia description is " suffering,  un happiness, pain, unsatisfactoriness,  or painfulness of mundane life.  It is the first of the Four Noble Truths and is one of the three marks of existence.    John Blofeld  described it most commonly as .....dissatisfaction.   

i do not want to blog about this.   have this time and space become this.

so...we'll see.  But it might be time for a sabbatical.   Taking space in an ether that is overflowing with Stuff,   offering up nothing that is really useful to me or anyone else,   offering my opinions and FeltSense of the overarching grief of How ITs ALL Going,  that too...

so i don't know.   I really don't know.

 

 

 

Rain day, bless~ed bless~ed Rain

just light,  but steady almost the whole day.   Jenny came this morning to bring grass hay for the buck goats,  Feed Store not open on Sunday.   We walked in the Rain,   i showed her all the Chaparral Whitethorn transitioning to Eeyores i had found.  As we walked,  we found more.  As we walked we also found new Whitethorn,  especially down at the edge of the  A meadow.  A very small new one,  you say...oh!,  a baby,  when actually it could easily be many years old.   We don't know.  Because Rain makes things stand out,  we saw many   "young" trees of all the kinds this Hill has.   so we walked and looked a while but the Rain continued so she went home.   This...a piece of wet bark,  not sure whose,  but so BeautyFull

 

i stitched.   the whole rest of the day.  To get the spokes steady so i can keep it here,   at the Table,   and the bees can begin to come in earnest.  

Given. So Much. without even knowing what to ask.

Prompt:  create a companion because no tree should stand alone.

i immediately knew what to do.   I took it literally and went in search of  the Medicine Buddha,  but there was no Medicine Buddha,  I'm not sure which this is,  but i will trust.    a companion.   on the original Tree page.   It's Good.

 

received in Mail....tea bags from Joanne and returning home held them,   felt them,   and just to my left here at the Everything Table,  on the lap of the small buddha were some VERY small cutting scraps and i immediately placed them.   As i would VERY small cloth scraps.   This is a large step for Collage.

 

Talkie's molting progresses.   Her   ?cape?,   her neck and shoulder feathers....full and replenished.   Head and tail, not so much. We got her meal worms,  protein ,  to help it along.    

 

OOna.    one of the two Elder Does.  She and Onday.   Onday is in a world of her own.  OOna remains attached.   If you stand still for any small length of time,  Oona will be there,  standing next to you,  mouthing the hem of your jacket.   Talkie often stands on her back in the morning.  She doesn't mind.  Oona  is Arctica and Buckwheat's mother....she delivered them the day Jenny first arrived in California years back.  She returned to New Mexico.   She is here now.    Buckwheat was Nogal's sire.   Nogal is soft,  like her.  Arctica is wild like her  Buckwheat.   We have begun telling Goat stories to refresh and enliven our memories in case any of the breedings  "took".   We talk about maybe bottle feeding.   There's pros and cons.  

Went to the MVD today.   As i approached the stop sign at the street just before it,  out of nowhere,  behind me FAST was a California Highway Patrol SUV,   ......having a no good license plate,  i contracted,  small,  unidentifiably  grey,  told Tay to lay down.   Ninja.   But...ahead,  down the street was something going on and many police flashers.  Good.   They were preoccupied.  I proceeded through the stop sign and turned into the MVD parking lot.   Waited only one hour and took the test for the second time and PASSED!!!!!!   only one wrong!!!!!!   LEARN,  grace.   LEARN.   All the imagined possibilities....all of them.....for no good reason.   I studied the book  and it's done.  In two weeks i will have a real driver's license.  Which i will be able to renew OnLine ad infinitum till death do us part.    I can GO  ON.   Living.   ME.   i am ME with an identity provable.    How crazy,  but also how Great.   it's done.

and feeling all Happy i stopped at the automotive place on the way back that the guy on the corner said to go to and told him i needed a carburetor and he said...oh,  no.  he couldn't.  I pushed....why?   and he said you can't find one and i said what if i find one and can bring it ?    Would you put it on?   ok.    So.   We just go.   Some at a time.   Bill will find  me a carburetor.  It will arrive in the mail.   Get put on.   We will pass the Emissions Requirement,  just like i passed the necessary stuff for the Identity.  This life is strange but there are ways to navigate.   I'll find them.

 

the All, the Everything

all invisibly stitched down during Emrie's nap.  I wanted to FEEL it.

through the grape vine

 

for others like me who don't do Facebook and/or Instagram,   Spirit Cloth has been hacked.  Jude has  "protected" it until she is able to fix it.  We just need to be patient.

 

Earth Day ~ Elizabeth Ingraham...Mapping Nebraska

 

 

The term, body of work.  Go LOOK....www.mappingnebraska.com

an Extraordinary Body of Work.  The most amazing i've ever seen.    Her ground cloths, she says 

"respond to a particular location.....they document what is unseen, invisible, remembered or imagined"

I've written those words on the inside back of a seed packet and keep them in my pocket as i go through the days,  taking them out,  sitting down where ever i am and reading them.....several times a day.  sometimes in the middle of the nights.  They are a perfect combination and placement/order of words,  like crystals, strung on a thread  and show me again what i forget; that if we just wait in Openness,  things will come,  exactly what we need.

the pics above....another mother who lives Here....see how she carries her babies on her back?   First she carries her egg sac and once born,  the multitude of babies until they are mature enough to hunt for themselves.   Beings here do not run away.  Alyssia and i were resting at the Wall Garden,  Emrie in her carrier pouch.  Alyssia went off to get her phone/camera,  i lost track of where this Mother was,  but A found her, maybe an inch away,  took the photographs.  I love her eyes.

 

 

 

 

Why and What .............. then late, an addendum

Julie,  Threadingthe dog.blogspot.com ,  is Wondering.  Why do we blog and What do we blog about? And then there is the question of Disclosure.   

The Highlight of the day is that it occured to me this morning to use those chains  that are STILL sitting on that bench,  to use those chains to weight down the tarp that i RAN out to cover the truck load of Grass Hay this morning when it began to RAIN.  I'd looked at the little calendar box for today last night and there was a picture of a sun.  But NOT this morning.   Being in such a hurry, having no time to find heavy things...there they were and they work perfectly.  Heavy enough, easy to maneuvre on the bales.  

Home from work,  i unloaded the bales,  fed self and

Tay and i brought in fire wood for the morning.  

some changes again.  and the ants are Inside on the as yet very slender petals.   one was carrying something.  The light was very odd and this is the best pic i could get.

so this is it for today.  I felt like i should really try to come up with something Else.  But there really wasn't anything Else.  Except the disclosure is that Tay and Chinche are savoring a dead and decomposing grub.  They take turns flinging it arounds and then actually rolling in it..???.....duh,  and the disclosure goes further that Tay's breath is creepy.

So maybe this is a perfect example of a blog post that could Easily NOT have been.   Why do i  post this kind of stuff anyway?  Am asking self.  I could just skip days like this.  Maybe i will.  Thinking.

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it's 7:04 p.m.  ONLY 7:04 p.m.   but if i stayed awake longer i would need to build a fire and i am trying to conserve wood this year.  So off to bed.  But i was over at MO's house and her oh so FINE and EVOCATIVE post and i came back here to look and double clicked the pic of the Chain.  And somehow this took me back over to Michelle's house and her latest post which i loved so much for an additional time tonight and the back again to this pic of this chain which i see as so so Elegant,  the chain,  and so maybe this might be a way it can go.   Maybe just call them the Double Click Days.  I like this.  The Double Click Days.  

So...go double click this pic