a day of Unforseen.   Alz. B.    When i got there, i said, kind of hanging sideways, my face close to hers, hey, Betty…it's me, grace and she got a soft, very strongly softly intense smile and looking me directly in the eye said…"grapes?"  i stayed a long time.  today she felt very lightly in her body.  the first time i have felt that.  loosened.  her spirit felt loosened.  mostly we held hands.  i stroked her here and there.  she drifted.  i'll take her grapes next time.  

Home and phone ringing off the hook a FEW DIFFERENT TIMES, the Old Cowboy and i won't go into detail but last week he used very bad judgement about a young man who came to his door looking for work.  bad went to worse.  in the beginning, i was bluntly opposed but he said i was being a bitch, and so i backed off and now we clean up the mess.  

and i spent time with the quiet dear bucks.  i pulled them kochia and scrubbed their water tub with pumice and raked their space.  somehow TenZen, who is the most quiet and unassuming made his fur glisten in the sunlight.  Glisten.  he is not a really glistenie goat, but today he did.  thrilled with the company, maybe?   The absence of Buckwheat is Enormous out there.   Realizing just how much energy he had magnetized to him Self,  actually, Demanded.  and i think about that.  i still don't ever know how much you Give, once you begin Giving.  is it the Right Thing to Give Forever?  or, is it ok sometimes to say, Enough?  i DO NOT KNOW the answer to this.  i never have.  maybe i never will.  but now, i am acutely aware of that initial moment of commitment, or, really, the moment BEFORE that moment…when you know what you are on the brink of doing but haven't done quite yet.  Aware.  and i find self looking at one of the little bucks, one of his sons, and thinking.  

and if i was still drawing, i would sharpen my colored pencils for this and spend days and days and days.  to me,  this is just completely elegant….

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i love this.  the forms, the blurs, the clarity, the color.   Everything.  Every Thing.

and there's a storm hesitating again, from the East.  WHY?  Why the East?  so…will end this here with the West and go back to answer comments until the lightning makes me stop.

                                                                               **************                                                                                               oh…i guess i have to tell the truth.  the Other Thing today was that someone told me to go look at Bill Moyers…Frontline….the report of two families in Milwaukee.  almost 2 hours.  and i watched.  and i was stunned.  Where have i been?  these years that this has taken place….i 've been Here, but some how insulated from understanding really, what all that news meant.   the loss of jobs and then endless jobless ness.  FORECLOSURE.  somehow my understanding of all that was totally small in comparison to what i saw today.  somehow i imagined the Foreclosures to be because people had over extended.  somehow i thought that there was some excess involved on the part of people who drowned in their credit debt.   How can i say this…

Life here, where i live is really so Small.  so Plain for the majority.  it reminds me of what my mother told me when i asked about the Depression that occured in her life.  and her answer to me was that she really didn't experience anything at all.  life was so spare for them,  it remained so, and differed little.  all she could remember as different were the men who came to the door.  asking her mother for food and to sleep in the barn for the night.

so i went off to see Alz B after having watched that program, that almost 2 hours and i felt like i did not know anything at all about the world  and felt disassociated from what i had thought i'd known.  and i still feel that.  it's lessened.  but it remains.    and i feel odd.

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27 responses to “132”

  1. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    Yes…there’s so much to say yes to here Grace…the commitment and not ever knowing for sure about giving…the elegance of that plant….and being with alz b and later, after The Bill Moyer’s (I saw that one, in fact His offerings pop up on my Face book page all the time because I subscribed)….how listening to you think about the wide world, and being so much in your own world there, as i am in my own little world here even though I surf the wide world through the internet, the BBC and literature too….dislocation of a sort, and I recognize that feeling. GASP for that last image. Who could doubt anything presented with such an image. In person, you have the sound and smell, the feel of it. Glorious.

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  2. grace Forrest Avatar

    Michelle…the thing is, for me, in this moment,
    HOW can all the stuff that is happening be happening SIMULTANEOUSLY
    …in the same moments….
    it’s all so DIFFERENT?!?!
    BUT it’s all True?
    and in a certain way, i saw it as somehow validating of what i
    knew when i SET OUT, all those years ago, knowing that i wanted
    to find some kind of BOTTOM LINE…some kind of EQUATION about
    what it took, really, to have a good life. and somehow i find
    myself here, with a Good Life that i feel fairly confident i can
    provide for myself and what i love. will that continue to be
    true? who knows, really. i guess the part of it that feels a little like i stuck my finger in an electrical outlet is that i’m wondering if it’s “over” yet…that huge SHIFT, that huge economic SHIFT that began occuring in this United States of America…land
    of Opportunity….has it bottomed out? can we all look around yet and see where we need to go from here? what to do next? OR is it still in motion? like the shifting of tectonic plates? and how
    to Live. always, the question, How To Live. always that.

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  3. Minka Avatar

    Where to begin? Both photos are stunning. Save that one for a drawing some day. Those black seeds look like buttons all lined up on edge. A poppy? So much to contemplate. I have to go find the Moyers video but its past my bedtime and by tomorrow, I’ll forget this intention……

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  4. KaiteM. Avatar

    the whole world can be
    in a grain of sand grace dear,
    if one lets it be.

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  5. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    I copied the poem from Terri Windling’s blog
    Enchanted is what they were
    in the old stories, or if not that,
    they were guides and rescuers of the lost,
    the lonely, needy young men and women
    in the forest we call the world.
    That was back in a time
    when we all had a common language.
    – Lisel Mueller (from “Animals Are Entering Our Lives”)
    somehow it seems to relate in my mind…the way it reminds one of origins…that the origins of one’s personal life are no different than the origins of all animal life. That’s what the issue is, the commonality of our predicament in the world…the world ever shifting and never ending so long as beings incarnate, worlds incarnate. Whatever carried one thus far is still carrying one on. It’s reasonable to assume that, have ‘faith’ in that. As for how? That happens. The language for it is the action of living, the actions of daily existence as dictated by circumstance (the unforseen reveals itself. Then is no longer unmanifest, and once manifested is only in need of story telling.

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  6. patricia Avatar

    standing in awe of what this post and these comments have opened up. the idea of ALL of the parallel realities–parallel universes-parallel dimensions-and my finite mind simply cannot wrap itself around it all. except to observe that yes, i believe it is so. and as such, simply another miraculous reminder of how it is. and i want to add the next few lines to KaiteM’s quote here. i believe it is from William Blake and Auguries of Innocence. this is probably only one of the 1 or 2 poems i was ever able to put to memory. but it is still rocks me the way it did years ago when i studied such things
    “to see the world in a grain of sand
    and heaven in a wildflower.
    hold infinity in the palm of your hands
    and eternity in an hour.”
    if ever two pictures and a post captured this idea, your post 132 does so. exquisitely. thank you Grace.

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  7. Valerianna Avatar

    It seems the peace due to the lack of Buckwheat’s energy is palpable – and a witnessing depth you are in.
    I sometimes think about the world at large, can we in our individual lives really comprehend what is going on? Our lives are small pearls strung together on a large string, but there are knots inbetween. Maybe we can comprehend some of the experiences of other’s, of what is in the news, of what the collective story is, but I think we really are in our own story. Its baffling, always, to try to comprehend the intensity of other’s experiences – like whole villages washed away in tsunamis – but maybe just as difficult to understand the experience of a family not far away facing foreclosure and credit overload and all of that. It touches me, but I can’t entirely grasp it all.
    This post has so many threads to ponder…. but I’ll leave it here. And to mention the cloud photo – I used to be obsessed with painting that image. Oil on wood panel, golden clouds suspended in sky… and the plant, yup, I could draw that forever.

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  8. Mo Crow Avatar

    just finished reading a book called The Good Life by Hugh Mackay a sensitive social commentator here in Australia, and it all just boils down to that simple line “treat others as you would be treated yourself” and you do that Grace mindfully every day with your big heart you show us how to lead a good life shining your light from your life raft in the desert.

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  9. yvette Avatar

    🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀
    love love love

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  10. julie Avatar
    julie

    I second that, about your heart.

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  11. julie Avatar
    julie

    The big ole farmhouse down the street, the one with my daughter’s first grade friend and her lovely mom who raised Bernese’s for college for the four kids had been looking overgrown these past few weeks. Vicky loved her house and I thought, uh-oh, someone must be sick for the house to look this way. Found out they lost the house to a mortgage held by Countrywide, the folks who led the pack in being subprime mortgage dicks. Perhaps they made some credit mistakes, no doubt the mortgage company encouraged them right down the path. Every time I drive that way, I feel the same as you felt watching the film…my throat tightens and my eyes feel like they are padded with gauze.

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  12. wendy Avatar
    wendy

    I love this whole thing, as always; the post, the comments, all of it. I have to think; and keep reading.

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  13. wendy Avatar
    wendy

    Sorry, Julie; I meant to reply separately to this to say it breaks my heart. As a Canadian, it breaks my heart to think people who lose their homes feel some how responsible. The foreclosure crisis couldn’t happen in Canada; it’s hard for Canadians to see how this crisis is the fault of consumers…

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  14. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    third for that heart life Grace leads.

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  15. grace Forrest Avatar

    this is a very important thing:
    “Whatever carried one thus far is still carrying one on.”
    These are your words?, Michelle???????
    as are the following???????????????????
    they are Excellent and hold a truth that i need as i look

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  16. grace Forrest Avatar

    Hollyhock. how they dry. how there is total and complete
    DEMONSTRATION of the “Order” i am contemplating in this
    single plant person. Order. Hollyhock.
    when i was small, in Detroit, Michigan…up to the age of
    5, there were Hollyhocks growning in the alley behind the
    four family flat where my family lived. before they
    built their house. in the suburbs which then was farmland.
    a house they built by hand on 3 acres with a creek running through. my father was a vacuum cleaner salesman. my mother kept things as Good Housekeeping suggested. we grew up.

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  17. grace Forrest Avatar

    i’m not sure what i want to say about this right now
    LOVE,moi

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  18. grace Forrest Avatar

    thank YOU, patricia

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  19. grace Forrest Avatar

    Our story and the Collective

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  20. grace Forrest Avatar

    around that raft, Sunflowers are about to bloom

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  21. grace Forrest Avatar

    yvette…six squares…6
    in the “Count” of some Native American people, First
    People, the number 6 is…”all Spirits, Living and Dead”
    love to you yvette

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  22. grace Forrest Avatar

    then…just near you. just near you, this happened.

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  23. grace Forrest Avatar

    then maybe i need to read some Canadian commentary and it
    may shed light.

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  24. wendy Avatar
    wendy

    Yes, Michigan, Ohio. The simple difference with Canada as regards the foreclosure crisis is that the regulatory regime around credit in the US diverged. We have the same critical loss of manufacturing, and the loss of stable long term jobs, but this will not result in something as brutal as the foreclosure crisis.

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  25. grace Avatar
    grace

    how a country chooses to identify itself as
    for the people.
    clearly, this one does not.

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  26. mimmin Avatar
    mimmin

    so much in this.
    truth, beauty, seeds and sky, compassion, mindful, caring, trying to live a good life. a very good life grace. an example of how to really live.
    verses the heartbreaking distruction of lives caused by the willful greed of a very few. the one-percenters are not just American bred, there is this shame in many places
    i would have a living minimum wage and a maximum wage…no one needs so much when there are those who have nothing.
    more for the rich just means more to put in the bank.
    more for those at the bottom means food and shelter.

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  27. grace Avatar

    You and i could be Queen of the Word. We would make it better…Good. We would make it Fair…….

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