4th of July, Independance Day is my Least Favorite Amerikan Holiday. We cling. cling to a very primitive form of celebration….making huge noise, cracks and crashes…clinging to this as the way to express Freedom. How odd.
made a little box loom in keeping with Considering Weave, Jude Hill, Spirit Cloth. Remembering how soft they are, these scrap weaves, but also how they told me that i could make Anything at all i might ever NEED with just scraps…just shreds of old used cloth. How Exhilarated i felt, realizing this. That there really could never be a worry. Everything is at hand. Hand can Make. All is well and will be well as Hildegaard de Bingen said. I like very much how the light comes through.
out with dog Tay and notice movement which at first set an alarm. Something similar to those Ants that bite me and make my body part swell to many times it's normal size, but…this…different so i squat down and watch. You will need to double click to see it, this being. Busy. busy excavating it's home. Sand grain by sand grain. I don't have a clue what it is. But it is diligently creating it's space….THIS, after the first of the Real Monsoon Storms last night. Long, the rain, Long and Steady. How it must come if things Wild are to survive. Not fast and hard…..that runs off and is of little use in the Big Picture. But last night was Big Picture rain. More predicted for tonight. Will soften things. and soon, if it continues, the Spade Foot Toads will RISE UP and fulfill their covenant with this Earth. am excited. maybe soon, if all goes well.
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