windthread

odd day.  woke to a White World.  it had snowed overnight.  that was unexpected.   and i spent some time feeling the feeling of unexpected snow.  how it totally changes my whole metabolism it seems.  and then i went out and swept the wood pile so the snow wouldn't seep into the wood to any significant degree.  

came in and did such small things with the Cloth…small.  really small.  moving one single strand,  moving it back, over and over.   Looking.  Seeing how if the end of a strand turns up or down or goes straight, how it changes everything.  i did this until i couldn't anymore and i went outside.  the snow had melted to vanished by early afternoon.  i went out and simply sat with the Goats.  Front Goats, back Goats.  i  worked to see myself from outside myself to see myself as in that Diorama.  the Goats came and went from me.  they were in a mood too.  Snowbunny, Onday, Magic and Mercy would go in and out of their shelter back there.  go lay a while, chew their cuds.  come back out mill around.  Mercy took up her dove stalking behavior for a while.  Just Going got interested in it and didn't stalk, but was attentive.    i studied the scrap feed that is inches deep in the Front pen.  does it help or hinder the situation of moisture on the earth.   i think it's a buffer.  but maybe not.

Came in and went directly to the scrap basket rooting around for the "coyote" cloth.  a scrap of that and added it to the Cloth.  

and i moved one other scrap to the other side.  Suddenly, everything is different.  it's ummmm,  thicker.  way more substantial,  no longer a dance,  or if it is a dance, there is now drumming.  it's intense.   so i spent the rest of the afternoon trying to take that coyote cloth away,  trying to go back to how it was.  moving,  and by moving, i mean just the slightest fraction of movement, right or left, curved here and not there….all afternoon.  all afternoon.  i feel like i had done some very intensive physical work.  interesting.  i wonder what's going on.