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why was the Sky so blue, so early?  and the  Boat~tailed Grackles began assembling.  more and more came.    and with them,  another kind of bird that i don't know.   there were many.

 

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and while i was trying to get the color right, this was too dark,  but it was too Beauty Full to no look at more.

 

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and  Giving Water,  things i see every day,  i knelt next to and  Looked.  long and close.  and i let my self fill up with Love.  like the Gardens filled up with Morning Water.     i left the screen door open  and a bee came in,  it's legs laden with pollen.  all day it went from window to window,  looking for a way out.   several times i almost had it in a glass to take outside.  but no.  and then finally i just opened the screen door for a long time and watched.  it went back out,  the way it had come.  of it's own accord.  

 

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and just a couple small details.   Today today was day three for Paul on the roof and he needed his radio.  so  a day of 70's Rock and i know all the words,  so any personal thoughts were hard,  with all those old songs bringing memory pictures.  and i helped him some because Wind was rising.

Tomorrow there will be the Strongest Wind yet.   so i also walked the periphery on the outside and felt each board of the fence.  a pocket full of screws,  hammer,  drill.   i am Ready,  as best i can be.  

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10 responses to “this one day”

  1. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    Hey there. I have no words tonight…
    so borrowing from a poet to send to you with love:
    Why I Wake Early
    by Mary Oliver
    Hello, sun in my face.
    Hello, you who make the morning
    and spread it over the fields
    and into the faces of the tulips
    and the nodding morning glories,
    and into the windows of, even, the
    miserable and crotchety-
    best preacher that ever was,
    dear star, that just happens
    to be where you are in the universe
    to keep us from ever-darkness,
    to ease us with warm touching,
    to hold us in the great hands of light-
    good morning, good morning, good morning.
    Watch, now, how I start the day
    in happiness, in kindness.

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  2. ² Avatar
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    the poem
    make my eyes more open
    my breath deeper
    my back straight up
    i knew i’ll walk on a devine planet
    and feel connect
    and say thanks

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  3. Cynthia Avatar
    Cynthia

    oh this was in my thoughts the whole time i was reading this post..strangely mixed with songs of the 70’s .. stairway to heaven running right into,cat stevens singing morning is broken..in front of me right now the world is all shades of grey..the hills disappearing as the mists swirl up the edges of their contours..white mist following the path of the river below and the blues of these pictures seem so remote..
    only two more saturdays of winter market and then saturday mornings will have a whole different pace…spring and summer and fall mean thursday csa pickup/ deliveries instead..
    but right now it is lovely just to look at the blue blue sky, to fill my screen with the day in new mexico and enjoy the work of your hands..i hope the wind is gentle with you..personally..while the screen door is reattached i have decided to leave the screens down until the winds change…good morning to you..

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  4. Cynthia Avatar
    Cynthia

    oh grace..now you have started a tumble of 70’s songs through my head..along with personal debate…was that really in the 70’s..and of course ..it is the memory of what happened in a certain year that is bringing them dancing..or slouching into my head..

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  5. beth Avatar

    I know I’ve said this a time or two before here. But I really love this cloth. Sitting in companionship with another being. And now with sunshine and song.

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  6. grace Forrest Avatar

    Watch now…how i remain…HIGH, HIGH above that WIND…
    reassuring of more days to come

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  7. grace Forrest Avatar

    oh, Good Early Evening to you!
    2 more winter markets and then the rhythm of the CSA.
    I SO look forward to your words about that. it is such
    a Loving Thing…CSA’s We had one here, for a little
    while. Tom, who used to be the Manager of our town’s
    Farmer’s Market…Tom and his wife Robin tried it. But
    it was exhausting for them. so back they came to Farmer’s
    Market, and now, not even that. Farming. it’s all
    consuming love, farming. i will probably say this many
    times…you are SO LUCKY to find yourself a part of
    such an Endeavor. and i hope you TELL us here, anything
    and everything. it will give us Heart. and yes. Stairway to Heaven and Horse with no Name and a LOT of Pink Floyd.

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  8. grace Forrest Avatar

    yes…back straight up…foot palms to crown chakra.

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  9. grace Forrest Avatar

    it’s no wonder, about music. about lyrics. that they
    embed themselves in the folds of our brains….
    even the slouching ones i love

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  10. grace Forrest Avatar

    i am glad. yesterday, they began to come at Water Giving
    time…those little yearling bluetails…skittering so
    incredibly fast, my Sisters, daughters they are.

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