i would just repeat yesterdays's pics…but yesterday is gone. It's to day and was again a work away day. This whole week, really, and i long to just hang out with Rocks. So i came back home, to where the Rocks wait
and built the cairn
at a certain point when what's next is important, so …stopped for the day
coming through the Way Back saw this. Lying in the sand. Where WAS it before????????????????
it looks like a Being…at first i saw it as one thing, but then i changed to many. i was too tired to photograph it so it's Beingness appeared…
i'll try again.
when i was at the point of needing the next single rocks for the Cairn, i thought to go out and take down the two cloths that Marti and I had done when she was here. But, bringing them in, i saw why it is really of no good use to me to dye cloth. I can't use them. They are WHOLE of themselves and i can't cut them up, use them. So…i end up with cloth that is beautiful in and of itself but just and well…just that. It is there. Its Self. so.
a Party. A Comotion. The back of the truck full of Cottenwood branches that Wind had showered down and i brought home for them. Picked off the seed pods because i didn't know if they were OK for them to eat, but flung the rest over the fence. They stood…looking…at a distance, until i came out there are said "Come, Come" in a bright voice as the daughter taught me…Come Come!
and they came and DEVOURED everything.
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