windthread

that odd little eyelet blouse that i wore…my summer uniform.  Short and really just below my butt.

so i had these linen drawstring pants that i'd take out side and hang over the fence or something in case of a reason i'd need to be more modest, fast.  You never know. Like the FedX guy. or the two old dudes who like me.   They are very baggy and so were not hot for short periods of time,  even when it was in the 100's.   I forget what happened to their original kind of sage green color,  maybe grease?  or bleach,  most probably bleach splash and then to compensate i soaked them in bleach but as it goes sometimes linen  ends  up a kind of pink color.   but about a week ago i got them and wadded them up and into the walnut vat for 2 days,  wrung out and wadded again into the dry aluminum pot to sit in Sun a while.  And by wadded,  i mean just that.  Scrunched.  Not tied or anything,  just that.  This morning before work i washed them out in the bathtub bucket and hung to dry.  They're  stiff,  there's still dye in the fibers so need to be washed in a machine which i'll do.  But the marks won't change.  They are Forever.

The marks.  If it were maybe 10 years ago and i still imagined becoming a Writer,  i would spend time with words,  to find the exact ones that could tell you.  Alas….that urge is gone.  So…lazy words….

there's something just so WILD about walnut dye that occurs of Its Own Accord,  so really overwhelmingly MAGIC to me…..how wadding cloth up,  leaving it sit in SUN,  this amazing Miracle occurs.  

for me,  these marks are stories of how it is.  That Thing that has me by the Heart of how it is just beneath all we know this Planet Earth to be,  how it's so much more and so ummmm,   well,  a lazy way to say it, so ALIVE….moving, changing, Being, creating, forming, living, birthing, dying, birthing again

i swoon  looking.