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going on and on

is what it feels like to me…what i have been doing for a while…kind of like a broken record,  but it's how i Work Stuff.  And this is foremost a Journal.   so i say OK to Self.  Do what you need to do.  Say what you need to say until there is some Peace to it all.  

So my calendar is changed.  There are SUNdays and then Mondays and then OldCowboydays and Wednesdays  etc.  Tuesdays are no longer just Tuesday and specifically, every Other tuesdays but just OldCowboyDays.  and i have Worked it enough so it's Ok and what it is.  There will be more change,  but for now,  seems like some kind of equilibrium.  

Knowing that it can be anything,  i give it over in its Entirety,  OldCowBoyDay.  It began this morning with something i don't understand.  There was a CROW.  I heard it before i went to the door,  a CROW low in the Oasis yard and Hot on it a band of maybe 7 or 8 Mockingbirds…chasing it, rushing it.  CROW landing here and there and a long time on one of the inside fence posts.  Never Before.

and it was over as suddenly as it began.  

I saw then Tanagers…many in the Three Leaf Sumac….brilliant colours,  hanging like ornaments as they do.

and i thought about how when i first came here,  when i brought those first Garden Toads,  there was a single Meadowlark.  There was no tree yet.  No bush.  The single Meadowlark sang from the electrical line.

and then the day dissolved into  Work Away.   Once finally Back Home and pulling the hose to clean out  the  water bowl in Nogal and Tenzen's yard,  passing the Three Leaf Sumac,  i saw that there was not ONE.  Not ONE SINGLE berry when there had been SO MANY,  hundreds,  yesterday.

EATEN.

GONE.

a circle of Season's work for that bush.  Eaten.

and i did spend some small time with kantha

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and just Looking.   With no particular Intent.

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stuff that was on the Surface of the piles of stuff on the table…shapes….images…..

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and this,  all taken Apart

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i caught the little so recently TRANSPLANTED  Chocolate Flower's bloom in the last moment.  By tomorrow,  it will not be here.    

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but just to the right,  two new blooms are coming.  and i look.  FEEL how Loving this is.  To be Transplanted.    Dug  up.  Carried.  Planted.  and to Just Go.   to Just Go.  This very small plant.  A plant to Just Going.   Maybe This is the most important part of this day

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10 responses to “going on and on”

  1. Jan Avatar
    Jan

    with so much to call your attention away, you are staying grounded in your garden, with cloth, with place. . .you are doing okay grace. . .and is there a mockingbird nest somewhere nearby?

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  2. grace Avatar
    grace

    grounded.
    Grounded.
    yes. I think it’s in the Snake Tree…Doris’s Snake Tree that is the Locust. They had nested in the Elderberry before that freeze
    a few years ago reduced it to Beginning Again. But where Ever it is they nest, they CLAIM it here. The Thrashers come in the spring and are Fierce, but the Mockingbirds have Claimed. The Meadowlarks i think are over at Sally’s. The Crows across the ditch in the large Cottonwood. But the Cottonwoods are growing here…two of them. Soon, maybe at the end of this summer cycle will be large enough to support a nest.
    Time.
    Time GIVES. Watching as it goes. Watching Time and Change GIVES.

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  3. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    what a wild little flower!

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  4. Liz Avatar
    Liz

    We saw our first tanager last year (I’m sure they were here before, but from a distance are easy to mistake for the more numerous cardinals) … this year we have the added pleasure of painted buntings, who helped themselves to some thread from the weathervane.
    Birds and flowers, cloth and stitch … peace bringers

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  5. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    One of the most important things you bring here grace in this journal, that is not a broken record, is the fact that in just going, it rarely flows smoothly. Instead we have a real diary of days with its bumps, pauses along the way and then the uplift of seeing your life through the lens of your camera, your thoughts through your words and how you put it all together,through the heart that comes through in your cloth.
    We all live different lives but the connection of how you live your life holds us all and gives us room to consider, reconsider, wonder and acknowledge how it all is, how it all goes, day in and day out and it does so because it is Real…

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  6. tracy Avatar
    tracy

    Oh those mockingbirds. They harass the crows. The crows go after the red tail hawks that show up sometimes to eat the pigeons who live at the gas station on the corner. The mocking birds harass our cats, the cats hide under the cars to avoid being dive bombed. There’s always a family nesting in our Chinese elm which is close to the patio. This causes tension for everyone, because we’re in their territory.The little male bird sits on top of the tree watching everything and screaming threats. We call him Buddy Bad Bird. There have been many generations, all with the same name. Amazing things are going on all the time, you just have to pay attention.
    i love your toad from the last post. It makes me wonder what a toad garden would be like.

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  7. grace Avatar
    grace

    might be the Mother of many

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  8. grace Avatar
    grace

    i love how they come and Claim without hesitation

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  9. grace Avatar
    grace

    it’s the dialogue
    whatever is Present in the day
    i can’t help it.

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  10. grace Avatar
    grace

    isn’t it wonder FULL how they do what they need to do for reasons only know to themselves but just CLAIM what they need to CLAIM?
    i LOVE watching this. No blood, but for certain, Claiming and everyone, really, is ok with it, even the cats under the car.
    Love this…Buddy Bad Bird. For a while here, that would have been the Thrasher but for whatever reason, the Mockingbirds Claimed.
    It’s all really quite grand.
    The Toad Garden a deep space in sand that had some standing water for the little ones. They were so elegant, the tiny ones,
    i need to do this again.

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