she left this morning to take the baby to the mother's Mother's home. There was a LOT of phone conversation between that Grandmother and her. Ok. Plans were made. If the mother showed up as she said she was going to, the Grandmother would call the police and insist on a drug test before letting the mother take the child. The "father", my grandson was incommunicado. ok. Since then, which was about 11 oclock, much has transpired. Both the mother and the "father" have agreed to rehab. We'll see. They, Alyssia, her brother, the "father" and the mother of the baby are on their way here as i write this. They will spend the night and Alyssia will take them in the morning to do what they need to do to set "treatment" into motion. Treatment being either here in N Mex or in California. Either way. The baby will be left here with the maternal grandmother or Alyssia will take him to California on Tuesday. Either way. Tonight will decide. Will decide some stuff. The DNA results on tomorrow or Tuesday will give other contributing factors. If he, the baby, is not my grandson's child, then we, this family, have no leg to stand on. Only the mother. If he IS my grandson's child, he CAN be claimed.
Either way. This Being. This Human Being, born, living, is
elegant
for the two nights and three days we had him, he was nothing but RESPONSE. So fine tuned. So AWARE. So just perfect and Fine.
So vulnerable.
If i could name him, i would name him Fate.
He showed up to them, to All of Us. He presented. He presents.
What to say? born to two methamphetamine addicted, previously capable and just fine and ok human beings, but who are now so lost in their addiction that they have no minds left to make their way. Their own ways, let alone something for him.
and i don't know how to work the new camera yet. There's been no space for the learning, but i go back and forth past this Earth Pocket Cloth and ask it to hold me. Ask it to wait for me till this part is over for the Time Being, till i am alone again, inside my solitary and plain life, and as i ask that, i know that my solitary and plain life that holds endless time for Cloth Making is only Part of It all. Not the Whole of it. The Whole of it is about Love. Cloth being Part of that Love, but there is so much More and
Nothing can be denied.
windthread 
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