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i just like this.  how the white shows through

 

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it's cloudy this morning.  so am going to stay outside after feeding Goats.  finish hauling the scrap feed to the compost,  probably close off Buckwheat's "window door" into the Albatros in preparation for making that the section for the new mothers and kids.   About 2 weeks away now.  Soon.  

So…yesterday and today combined will give me two Good Days to look at.  What makes them so Good.?.    and how we know things but don't take that one step further and Act on the knowing.  i know it works to have cloths Ready…Waiting.  i see that in Jude's world all the time.  so, in keeping with that,  i spent some time yesterday while sitting here and enjoying the flow of "talking" with you All in this Window stitching together the base for a new cloth.  More tea dye silk noile onto harem cloth onto muslin…invisible baste.  i drew a face and set a scrap there.  Now she waits while i work on the Floating figure with blue orb and Moon.  i can glance over, watch her waiting.  Nice.

~evening~

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i got a lot done.  what i didn't get to at all is this last pic of the Kochia around both  old and new compost areas.  it's now about 4 ft tall.  that's next.

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all the Desert Willow are beginning to bloom

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and i also found this.  some tin thing.  where i drive the vehicles in and out.  What?  i will never know but i liked it.  i felt like an archeologist.

i also came upon a very tiny newborn insect that was new to me.  SO SMALL…on a twig…pale green and a slightly triangular shaped body that went directly into it's long pointed snout.  kind of like a kadydid/walking stick combo.  i managed to get it on the twig to the porch, trying to get the camera…when it had enough of that and disappeared.

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and Sometimes this happens.  when everything is in some kind of alignment, the setting Sun, clouds, and i don't know what all else, maybe just Basic Goodness, but the world suddenly, for only a few, a very few moments, acquires this amazing GLOW….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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28 responses to “88”

  1. patricia Avatar

    what a scrumptious cloth sandwich you make. mouth-watering.
    and what do you use for drawing faces? and again, oh that i could draw.

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  2. grace Forrest Avatar

    a lot of times just my trusty and so loved Uniball micro, pitt pens too. if you really want to draw, get Betty Edwards’ Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. as she is fond of saying…if you can write your name, you can draw.
    and yes, the sandwich. so light in the hand, such gentle weightyness in the hand. all just from invisible baste. deep pleasure.

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  3. grace Forrest Avatar

    did you see my idea about vinegar and slugs?

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  4. jude Avatar

    i actually read that book!

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  5. grace Forrest Avatar

    it Works. it was the basis for all my old mentor Kay’s
    classes in drawing in that former life of mine. she
    still teaches, has never quit. over and over i watched
    so many people amaze themselves, thrill themselves.
    it’s how You do. all anyone really needs in this world
    is a pencil and scrap of paper. a needle/thread and a
    scrap of cloth. pretty simple. pretty Wonder FULL.

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  6. grace Forrest Avatar

    i am so happy today

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  7. Cynthia Avatar
    Cynthia

    how wonderful this face is…one of the nicest things about enetering this world, your world, jude’s world is the sudden moments of awe and delight…whether seeing this haunting face here..or say simply realizing you are smiling..really smiling as you are suddenly faced with jude’s moon beams…and now a possible book to tuck away into my future…funny to imagine being able to draw after all this lifetime of not….
    i remember so clearly being in 5th grade and we had “art” and were supposed to draw a still life with pencils…and i did and it was wong but i could see how to fix it and was so excited and started to erase and the teacher came and took my pencils away for the day because “artisits see …they do not erase” and i had to just sit there while my classmates drew around me
    even at the time i knew that was wrong of her…but being wildly head strong i chose..unfortunately..to simply refuse to draw in her class ever again….oh to be 10 and so sure
    but cloth..always there speaking when it was ready..providing comfort on so many levels..i have a little bit right now..for the next few days we have a guest, we are a resting spot for my sister in law ..on her way to a confernce in dc…she has flown in in the middle of the night from oregon..i have made neatness and quiet spaces happen.. the garden is wildly overgrown but wildly green and welcoming…i have eggs, cheese wonderful veggies from vermont and i can be found happy in the kitchen so glad for this reunion…another strange gift of illness..it has brought gentleness, a level of awareness of time and space..and the simple reality of being there..well being here i guess…it is funny..ok slightly dark but true…that as so many of us are in a place of stripping away and paring down…of things
    and i am.. i am watching these two trying hard to do that . .not with things..but old and uneccesary baggage..years of petty little things grown large with time and distance becoming inconsequential..it is not that there is no time let..but that there is a reality to a measured sense of time
    i remember them from when they were young, when we were teenagers and she was in her twenties and how much laughter there was before life choices made spaces..huge spaces..i remember when her husband begame so ill and how my love flew across the country and took such amazing pictures of them for her..she wanted and needed them and he did this so brilliantly and now i can hear them outside the kitchen window..quiet moments but also laughter.
    .i am finished making food and am taking myself and music upstairs maybe to pull out some pieces of cloth..maybe to stitch ,maybe to just touch and sit and be…i am so beyond grateful..so full right now.. for this time..i like this day right now very much ..thinking of people who hsve brought me such joy these past few months, who have teased my brain and started it swirling with new ideas..tthinking of them, of you sitting and stitchingand creating while i sit here in the sun touching cloth

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  8. Julie Avatar
    Julie

    i am glad you are going to work out why we do not Act on what we know to be good for us. I havent gotten very far on solving that one, kind of like those obscure equations mathematicians drive themselves crazy trying to prove? I am going to get that book, drawing or lack of it has been a real thorn in my side, wanting to express myself w image as well as word.

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  9. patricia Avatar

    yes, and i thought about it when i was in the garden and don’t know why i thought you could read my mind. i’m wondering if the vinegar will effect the soil in some PH way that’s not good for the plants. one year i sprinkled salt all around my hostas to get rid of slugs and of course it killed the hostas. and you know what…i think i saw a squash bug today–a little smaller than the stink bugs that live in the house of all things. i’ve got to research the vinegar–it seems like a good idea just intuitively. and one more thing. arrrrggggh. something ate ALL of my black hopi sunflowers. how are yours doing?

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  10. patricia Avatar

    ok. here’s the scoop. you dilute vinegar 1/1 with water. then you go out at night with a flashlight and look for the slugs and spray the solution onto them directly. i don’t know if i’m ready to get that intense. it will depend. one year when i was a vegetarian a ground hog ate 45 ready-to-pick broccoli plants. I made the man sit all day with a shot gun, until the GH came back for his last meal. that was intense. i was a seriously crazy vegetarian. but the garden was our food supply. the only food supply. with 2 younguns. so you see, there are degrees to which i will go to save the beans and indigo, but probably not like the “old days!” ha. what memories this is bringing up.

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  11. patricia Avatar

    i think i looked at it once. major mental block.

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  12. grace Forrest Avatar

    those old days…yup. it’s like a whole different
    person. “i remember when SHE blah blah blah”…almost
    like, yes. another person.
    no…not that far. me neither.
    vinegar Would change the ph but i wonder if enough?
    don’t know your soil.
    well…it really creates HUGE and GIANT empathy in me
    for organic farmers. not an easy thing.

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  13. saskia Avatar

    very happy just looking at the images and reading all of this

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  14. julie Avatar
    julie

    oh golly, Patricia, you have to read Michael Pollan’s book on gardening called Second Nature. He wrote it before he became Michael Pollan of Food. Anyway, he describes his escalating battles with the GH eating through a garden that he had cleared himself, etc, culminating in explosives stuffed down the hole that, naturally, go off in his face (him Michael, not him, GH). Nothing like garden pests to turn one into Wylie E. Coyote

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  15. patricia Avatar

    i’ll have to look into getting that book. it’s amazing how crazy those GH’s can make a body! but explosives? he took it up a notch for sure. smiling about all of this–the changes over time–but the ever present wylie

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  16. Cynthia Avatar
    Cynthia

    patricia..i loved that answer..it made me laugh out loud…especially when i think of the delight .your work and your blog have brought to me the past few months…

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  17. patricia Avatar

    i’m so glad i came back here–not quite sure why i did–must have been to see your message. what a thoughtful thing you’ve shared with me here. the idea that maybe i’ve created some delight in your life seems amazing and a blessing as well–a blessing for me. so thank you dear Cynthia. and thank you dear Grace for this community you’re creating. love love

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  18. margaret johnson Avatar
    margaret johnson

    Such a hauntingly beautiful face Grace. I love the way you put together your cloths. Marg ox

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  19. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    82 miles away, same glow, same sky, same old…and it was a benediction of beauty for the end of the day.

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  20. grace Forrest Avatar

    your Messages From the Journey are so so so beauty FULL
    to me. i love them and love you

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  21. grace Forrest Avatar

    i’m tired of going around in circles

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  22. grace Forrest Avatar

    it’s the only way i know that works for me.
    start somewhere and go from there
    XOXOXO to You!

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  23. grace Forrest Avatar

    OH MARTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    DID YOU SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IT?????????
    OH!!!!!!! Holy Moley, oh Jeez, oh ……eeee and EEE
    you Saw it?????
    i just LOVE this…that someone is seeing what i see
    and 82 miles, well, in New Mexico, that’s really nothing
    at all. you can see hundreds of miles easy.
    oh…THANK YOU so MUCH for letting me know you saw it…

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  24. grace Forrest Avatar

    same as me at your house

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  25. Dee Avatar

    i love seeing your hand, with its ring, holding up a squashed piece of metal, which i too, would hold as something worth looking at, saving.

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  26. Valerianna Avatar

    Quite a glow… and I saw a little bird-man in an old-fashioned suite, like a Beatrix Potter character in that tin thing. And I must say, I love what is happening with your cloths, love the drawing and the scrap- lizard. There is something so perfect about how the little tattered cloth is a lizard. I like the scale of these and how your fill them. I know this one is just a thought and will become something else maybe, but something feels really good in these, for me anyway.

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  27. Valerianna Avatar

    Um, the bird man was in an old fashion suit! Yikes. sinus infection/mold allergy fog-brain!

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  28. Nancy Avatar

    Love seeing the sky-blue-pink sky over in your world!

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