windthread

for the moment, just this

the stone,  the shell.   Deb's Thread.    the unexpected.   but They knew.   

This

Plumcot.    down at the Big Gate.     A while ago Jenny prunned Her.   Alyssia and i were a little startled.   But look.   In all this "weather",    look at Her Sincere and Fierce love of Life.   Her multitude of  love blossoms.   Each with the possibility of ripening into a succulent fruit with a stone pit seed.   My heart can barely hold the Feeling of Her ...standing there,  in Her place,   in the Rain.  Blooming.     I want to talk about the oh so so Beauty Full metaphor Peggy Mc G  gave me,  Us,   a while back   about   being a pixel.  i took it so much further,   how we are All pixels in the Big Picture.  and further,  further but i just am not ready to do that yet,   to give it what it needs,    the telling of my sense of pixel~ness,  but i was stopped in my tracks,  seeing Her....down down the road Up,  just there.   Carefree Way flowing like a little river behind Her.   

Tay's

this Cloth Belongs to Tay.    i'm not sure what that means.   But i am sure of the statement of it.   This Cloth Belongs to Tay.

i at first thought to draw her standing.   Facing.     but sat with that a lot and it wasn't how it needed to be,  OR,   wanted to be.  I wanted her uhhhh,   soft.   Gentle.   maybe even a Gentle Day Tay.   ??????   OR,  maybe that's just for today,  a hard day of so much MORE RAIN,   Wind,    a hard day to find space for feeding Goats....just a hard day    and i thought how she would always be there,  just near,   watching me.    She was always watching me.   Often just lying a way back,   with a few sticks.   Watching.  Just Being There.   

i stitched more leaves.   i need MORE leaves.    the light through the window was so dim,   it was hard,   seeing where the needle might go next   and i remembered some of why i quit this kind of sewing....because the light was so Not Present    

i can use the battery for the table lamp but then it's not available for anything else,  incl.   phone.   gets used up.   and this battery i used today is  failing.   it's one of the ones i love most and it's failing.   They are no longer available.   So....not a great day.  But

i drew her.    

She comforts me.      and i Love her.    I will finish this Cloth for her.   For Us.     Whatever that might mean.

just this

they say tomorrow at around 1:oo  it might begin.   Another Atmospheric River.     River in the Sky.   

there are lots of things i could say.   Words.   telling a Story.   but what's the point?    What will happen,  will.    And then,  we will just go.

 

 

2 kinds of Cloth Love

maybe what the god thing might look like

an intermediary between Earth and Universe...fragments of both

this far

so...often i would get a Cloth this far.   and it would be enough.  i'd leave it.  move on.   There are several back there in that room like this.    But it has my attention and i want to continue...to  "finish"  it,   whatever that might mean?????    Everything is here.  Collage,  pencil,  ink,  Inktense,  Deb's Thread,  kantha.   Finish

it.   Take whatever Time that might mean..   For no known Purpose.    

Alyssia has begun with a new Group and is sharing her "homework" with me.     it's about Acceptance and Commitment.   this is from the second meeting.    List 10 Values and 10 Principles. you "have".      work with these and see if the list narrows and narrows down .   To Core.   maybe 3.   Core Values.  At first this seems ok,  but as i go,  it becomes full of question.   I love this.  No longer being in a world  with  access to such,  it is a real gift.    

just the "words"   Values   Principles     What is the difference?   and then....that term   Ethics     arises

maybe, just to remember

had gotten  damp.   spread it out to dry and when holding,   thought

maybe i'll make more leaves...just to remember how that feels.   The basket of Deb Lacativa's threads always on this Table...tomorrow i'll thread the needle.   i can't remember how long it's been,   or all the reasons why it's been so long?   Realize the Drift has been with me longer than i'd thought.   So,   Tomorrow.   ???????

begin with Mary O

we tarped the roof.   took apart the water pressure thingy  on the outside where the water enters the pipes.  I had planned to not mention either for at least a while... probably not a good idea....but.....seemed just too much.     But for reasons,  i did and that's how this day got   "spent".    I was glad that i have decided to begin each day with Mary Oliver.    This book,  a collection,  has been on the dashboard of the vehicle...that library there,  for Evac.   Brought it In and now,  the plan is one every morning.  To begin the day.  And i am carrying the Carnelian again.  and for whatever reason,  the small shell.

 

This Morning                                                 

This morning the redbirds' eggs                                                                                                                                                                                       have hatched and already the chicks                                                                                                                                                                      are chirping for food.   They don't                                                                                                                                                                                  know where it's coming from,   they                                                                                                                                                                       just keep shouting,  "More!   More!"                                                                                                                                                                               As to anything else,  they haven't                                                                                                                                                                           had a single thought.  Their eyes                                                                                                                                                                                     haven't yet opened,  they know nothing                                                                                                                                                               about the sky that's waiting.   Or                                                                                                                                                                                     the thousands,  the millions of trees.                                                                                                                                                                   They don't even know they have wings.

and just like that,  like a simple                                                                                                                                                                                       neighborhood event,  a miracle is                                                                                                                                                                         taking place.  

living in this world

 

is this Glorious or what?    i love the Post Office.   i love all Post Offices but this one....,   it's an Historic Site.   Built in the 30's.  i think about the architect and want to know more.  The sense of how the United States Postal Service was revered.   it feels like a cathedral.  This half,  there is a hall beyond the package boxes and then to the left,  the main room of all the old brass key boxes.  It is always very quiet here.  spotlessly clean.   it feels somehow    private.   People nod and smile.   talk is rare.    Through glass doors is the business counter,  the waiting line that passes through glass counters that hold stamps and other items.   Always at least two clerks,  often 3.   They are friendly,  always offering advice.   Other than the Hill,  it is the only other place i feel i belong.

yesterday morning,  before setting out for the above,   i  hit the skids.   There was NO internet.   I searched and somehow found a contact number for Verizon and the option of CALLING.  it was my intention to just ask if they were aware of this and if they thought it might be corrected.   OR at worst,  be told it was somehow  "me".   Wait time was 11 minutes and some nice slinky music repeated and repeated and i looked over at Tay's  Dancing Stick...thought of Marti....got up and in the 3  feet i have....danced.   I dance like Pee Wee Herman.   But it relieved the tension.  made me smile.  Suddenly,    a voice...this is .......i didn't catch it......how can i help you today and off it went.   i told why i was calling in blunt terms,  that i was just wanting to know,  that i am completely tech challenged,  don't even now the terms for anything,  on and on and she....a young Asian woman said well,  lets begin.  it went on for over a half hour.  many questions on her end....like,  OK,  just tell me what you see on your screen.   then   asking if i saw the three dots for instance,  me...no    her patiently asking another way  until i finally said...do you mean that little thing that looks like a house and 3 circles?   YES! she  happily exclaims.   2 or 3 times i tried to give up,  telling her i'd just wait for my granddaughter and each time she said well,  let's just try one more thing  .  during a lull  when we were waiting for something to happen on her end,  i said i use the phone for everything that i take pics with it,  like of my garden,  and she said  You have a Garden!  i try to grow things but their leaves turn brown and curl in.  i tell her to not give up.  i go on to tell her that i post my pics on a laptop and she said You tube?   no...a blog....OH!  what is it called?   Maybe i can find it.  I tell her.  The waiting was over and we continued on.   In the end,  i got updated,  she wanted me to check the laptop conncection but i couldn't....i was way late feeding the Goats....so we left it at that.    Is there anything else i can do for you grace?   Yes.  keep trying with a garden.  She laughed.    She was just

FINE.   Kind.  Patient.   creatively working within my limitations.  it was as if i were her own grandmother.  that she would take forever figuring out something that would  Help.     

So,  Beauty Full young woman from Verizon,  if you do come here,  please know that because of you i write this here.  Because of you,  some things i have come to depend upon are back in place and how so much that Helps in this world.  Thank You beyond  Thank You.   i will think forever of a fine Garden for you.   No Te Rindas!