windthread

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.

the power of Asking

there was intake of Breath.    i stared.   Suprised.

 

 

(an accidental space,  but....it's also.....true)

 

 Compassion.    not the familiar interpretation i know for three of wands....i stared.  Compassion it said.   then directly to the central image...Mudra,  something i do know and the agelessness of that and the agelessness of the hand,  at first seeming to be of Earth and then of Stone and then back to Earth, to Stone.    Hand.  Ageless Hand of Being.   on the right,  a palm print with heart center....child,   heat.    to the left a hand of age,  butterfly,  rainbow.  i am not any where done with looking at this Collage of  felt/sense images.   All day,  off and on i look.   Tonight,   the Longest Day,  i am looking still.   These two "cards"  say.....stay long here.  Just stay.   Let them speak.  It needs to take time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the next today

i have no memory of this.   Woke this morning to find it.    Maybe at the end of the night,  when trying to close everything Out?  or....maybe a Selfie.  

 

 

Thinking today.   What might it be like if all that is going around in my mind could be said Out Loud,   in this forest?   How would it sound?    If the TREES and understory listened.   What would they hear?   What might it Mean to Them?   What sense might they be able to make of it?,  the ever repeating tapes?   How would   this FEEL to this Forest?    

unfinished

in reference to a post from Acey   Sparklinglotusink.typepad.com   Nichobella

The Daughter Cloth.    just after Jude's patchwork Beasts....Cloth Weaving....made of torn strips of very used household cloth,  stained and with holes.   Wove and stitched while standing on a ladder.   It hung on that Beam into the ROOM in New Mex.  That other Life.   I remember vividly the Ecstasy of learning i could weave a World if i needed to.

I stuck it in the Uhaul the day she left N. Mex for the first time..the day of the Intervention  when her dad,  my son (her brother) Alyssia and i pried her,  some of her belongings,  2 dogs and the Goats out of a crazy marriage.   I said i would finish it  Someday.   Someday,  if i ever came to California.    There could be a lot of words here.  But i lost this post once already and i think because i don't need to put all those words here.,  or shouldn't.     But i found it today,  lost in the black hole  of that cabinet in the bathroom.

it's Big.  Too big for this modest clothesline

 

a good stick helped

but not enough....had to fold it over about 18 inches

 

i look at it today...it's Raw in many ways.   I see that i have learned a LOT over the years.   But i look at this....this image of a young Goat  setting out on a long trail,  UP.   This was long before this Hill.   This was the Goats first time in California.  They came back.  And now they came again....and this image has proven True.     Now What?,  i think?   

Day 2

  

 

Morning.  Day 2 of Acey's 30 Day Collage Challenge.   Sparklinglotusink.typepad.com Nichobella.    I followed the prompt.  I have no idea what i might do other than follow prompts.  So far, so good.

 

but it wasn't enough.  So i found 2 more larger pics and finger tore  and scissor cut those.   Better.  and   Crow will create Order.

 

even though it was a magnificent day   OutSide,   i simply opened the door to let the day  In   and worked enough on this to secure the  center 

in place for the coming week.   It's big.  20x22.  Always think i want to work small.  Doesn't often happen.

I have to work it on the table.  Standing up.  There are too many moving parts.   it's awkward.  but worked    The center is invisibly basted.   all that radiates out is secured with pins.  Now i can go.

this Cloth and the collage work are kin.

 

Yes.

WIND last night.   BIG.   all night.   RAIN all night.    When i woke,  i expected to see evidence

Out There

There was none,  of  the WIND,  just the Rain.  Wet.   But everything was in its place.  The wind chimes,  that had sung Storm songs  all night,  just there,  still.   A plastic adirondack chair down by Nogal's forest overturned.   I'd been skeptical,  but the Feed thing that Jenny had built for Sunny Ray and Jack....it stood and the feed was dry.   New configuration of Doe Goat Shelter,  inside,  Dry.   Talkie's place,  in the Kidding House....dry.  

Because Talkie is in her Evac crate and so,  closed in,  i need to be UP and OUT  a good 2 hours earlier than i'd like to....set her free into the day.  Which is turning out to be Good.   Who would have guessed...not me.  Since i am Out there,  i continue.  Looking,  walking,  Seeing.

 

 

 

 

i see that Moss is first.

 

The Rain freed me to go back.   Back to Cloth.  I finished Tina's prayer.    This took the Body of the day.  It was good.  Very Good

image

i emailed Marti this morning,  asking that she use her Super Power to find me a good pic of my Collaged Kitchen Wall somewhere in the archives.  The wall in Polvadera.    Collage,  Acey,  Nichobella post.   

She found many but first on the links was not the kitchen wall,  but MORE.    If you have the inclination....

post of  6~15~2011  ....the Unexpected.   And in same keeping with that....again,  so much,  the Unexpected.  How things Spiral.  Spiral Out and In and back out and back in,  over YEARS ,  but remain True to the Whole of It.   It's One Journey,  making its way.  

so i don't have paper images for collage.   The one piece of paper above was from a National Geographic.  Emrie has mixed feelings about it.   She likes crackers.  She says Parrot Bird.  She studies the image and understands that someone is feeding the parrot a cracker.  She likes that part.  But something makes her uneasy.  She has no language for that.

next to the Uneasy Parrot is a scrap that came with a batch from Jude.  And above,  just pieces from the basket that were on top.  What my eye liked.  At first glance.  So i stitched them to a piece of paper. I don't have any glue,  either.

But in the doing of this,  while Emrie was asleep in NAP TIME,  i got lost somewhere else and that's worth the world,  to get lost in somewhere else.

looking for an Oak Tree

i cut the bristles of a stiff bristle brush.  Flat and at an angle.  I mute the initial colors  with the brush...softening them,  blending them,  sometimes to nothing at all.

 

When i got the Inktense Pencils,  i looked at their bottom ends that i supposed would be a clue as to their color.   Not so much at all.  So i did this.   On muslin.   Being in love with mute and barely there,  i gave self a little map to what i might get from them.  

i used  this today when trying to find a way to say.....OAK TREE.   OAK  TREE,  thick and Strong but ethereal.    How do you do that?    I began with Paynes Gray.  Everything begins and ends with Paynes  Gray

 

beginning of a prayer

a prayer for sadness that cannot be avoided,  a prayer to continue to SEE the antidote to "unnecessary  grief"....?  What do i mean by that?  Maybe self indulgent grief...Madia speaks to that

I have been thinking,  yesterday,  maybe the day before,  Today.  have been thinking what the difference is,  Here,  on this Hill and There,  the desert of Polvadera New Mexico.    All this might change, as i understand more,   but for this moment,  I think about how that Place in New Mexico....how i created it.   I  did.   How it had been a place of nothing but sand.  And i came there and i brought things and i changed it.   So much,  there was nothing.  No rocks or sticks.  I brought them.   How it had been a seasonal flood plain for the Rio Grande River,  long before i came and then when the Rio Grande was captured and held captive,  it became nothing but sand.  and I changed it.  and the changes brought Response.  But still,  in a certain way were artificial.  Un self sustaining.  

Here,  i am guest on a Place of Planet that has been its Self  since time began here.  Was lived WITH,  in reciprocity,  by First Peoples,  but in reciprocity,  was honored and lived WITH.   Trees here are OLD.  but young too,  i would think,  maybe how many trees have fallen and become Earth over time.  Covering the granite that is underlying everything.  How the trees now,  tho old,  are young.