nothing much to show. just going slow. slow. slow. slow.
for awhile, like a few days, have felt like i can't let this one go. Needed to KEEP it. but today, waking from a nap, that was gone. I don't need to keep it. And i wondered why i thought so much i did?, and it turns out that it is the smalle doodle here, in the middle….just ink markings on muslin. It's been floating around for years, just as is and i have loved it. It was suddenly The Thing to place here. So, it's letting go of that. But also letting go of the All that made it right in this Cloth. I know tho now, that the Making is now Inside me. Has become a part of me. and it's Good.
today, mostly, it's the SKY. This Cloth has "asked for" things, all along. Things i didn't think of as necessary, and to day it wanted Sun. ok. Deb Lacativa's thread…and there was such a good sense of Rightness to this. ok.
7:40 p.m. and i am sweating. Naked again. Sweating. Neighbor Sydney and her daughter Talulah came a while ago to get some FRESH Goat manure for a poltice Sydney is making for some woman's fruit tree that has borers. I had to put my Water Dress on. or…???, maybe i didn't???, but i did and we gathered it as it came out. The recipe called for a "scoop". How much is a ….scoop?…..
so, we collected that. Done. and Sun is just now heading for the Rim. There's some WIND and i got word that my granddaughter Alyssia, her half sister Veronika and my greatgrandson Julian will arrive here on Saturday for three days. I think of this as i wait a while more to Give water.
GIVING WATER.
Sun approaches the Rim and i go out. Letting the water run slow, on the Seep function of the nozzle.
at the base of the Young Cottenwood.
sitting on the log of the cucumber bed, which is mostly eaten up by Something now, but replanted yesterday. Sitting and looking at this Old Mexican Elderberry which is ….uhhh, well, lets just say Quiet this year.
and looking Over, thinking again how i might make a passage way for the Goats. From the Way Back, Through, Through to the Middle. How it would give them a Choice. Of their own accord. Where to be.
it would be inconvenient for me. I would have to have the helper guy who has lead in his balls build me two more gates. So i could bring wood over in the winter. In the winter, when Wind is Sharp and Hard, it would be ….inconvenient. But i am looking.
Snowbunny listens to me Thinking
and i am back to where i started. I finished Giving water. I filled the Goats water bowls and tubs. It's so dark now, i was working by memory. Time goes fast. and i think….What is Time FOR? What's it all FOR?
and if i did this, this corridor from Way Back to Middle, how for sure it would exclude me from ever having a beautiful……………yard. But then, how much happiness it would give them to suddenly decide to go somewhere else????????????????????
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