earlier today i put some things to the Sun
some hollyhocks and silk gauze
some cone flowers and a ragged something, i think silk noile, there are no notes.
i need to sit down with India's book and get real.
but i DID do it.
inbetween getting the two new tree wells dug…twice…once to the clay and then after soaking, down to where they need to be.
and the trees are planted.
and then, saying goodbye to Cloth to Cloth and hello to Spirit Cloth
and dismantling the compost, watching how the centipede which was maybe 4-5 inches long tried but then did not know what
to do and simply tucked its head into a very small crevice of dirt and hoped.
things came up today, reading people's goodbyes and introductions that made me think. Which stories go into cloths?
there are so many in my life. weaving selves together, yes. but what do i want to take forward? what can become
compost?
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