i have a sliver of wood stuck under the nail of my left index finger. a sliver. it throbs.
i poked my left eye into a tip of a salt cedar branch yesterday. it feels like i have cinders in my eye.
my left hand is still doing something i don't know why. Maybe from trying to pry that gas cap out?
but aside from all those left things, there were some right.
Nogal had gotten out by pushing his way through a weak part of the fencing where it connects to the back wooden privacy fencing. I am imagining that since i was just not coming to bring feed, he felt he needed to take matters into his own hands. There is a lot of Kochia there, next to the fence and i imagine again that he just was pushing first his mouth and then his head through to get at that and when it "gave", he thought why not? I patched it with a piece of cattle panel and a lot of baling wire to weave it in. He has had no interest in it, so i'm hoping it might seem like a dream to him and i will learn my lesson about talking too long on the phone. So ok. We go.
This Cloth. I am so into this Cloth. It is pointing out to me that i am no longer feeling any need to add things or Not add things according to any "rules" It simply is what it is. And i am loving the freedom of using Colors that i never would have, even not that long ago. as in, Earth is not necessarily brown. The ground here is from Deb Lacativa, a damask, old. thin. almost a pearly quality to it. It's perfect for the story this Cloth is telling. It allows the story this Cloth is telling to be almost some kind of Song, no words, just sounds. And it's interesting to me that the Glennis moon that could go no where else, is so right, here. In the There.
So this Cloth is a song. I like that. I like that i was able to understand that. it makes me feel really, really, really Good.
windthread 
Leave a comment