windthread

i found this brass trivet under the wood stove yesterday.  I haven't seen it for years.  Had been under there collecting cat/dog hair,  dust,  wood debris,  spider webs and cloth fiber for years.

i had a book once,  of  ancient chinese symbols,  like I Ching,  but not I Ching.  

so this trivet took me back to that…i wish i could remember more,  but it seems it has become grist in the mill.   I just remember making  bold black Marks on a very large piece of paper,  like large and taping it to the refrigerator in Ann Arbor,  during the hard time,  taping it there and how someone cut it.  And it had to do with the going then.   Didn't look at all like this one which is about balance

balance and a kind of sure fierceness.  I love how plain marks and form can speak to the brain without words.  Can speak a language of symbol and be potent.  of use.  

a trivet.  having to to with wood and fire and heat and cooking,  feeding.  nourishing life.

so…i'm not gone yet.  it didn't come together.  and Bill calls,  who would have been my co partner driving the Uhaul,  Bill called and has the Flu.  Sick.  ok.  Ok then.   i talk to Alyssia,  she will call tomorrow.  We talk of next weekend.  I see the little black line here at the end of each thing i type ,  it pulses,  off on,  off on,  waiting for me to type more, 

i went this morning before going into town,  to Sydney's down the road,  she had called and said she wanted us to have coffee…so i went and sat with her in the Sun,  me having some of the soup she'd made and her, coffee and we talked,  most like how We talk Here…Us,  on this blog and related blogs and we don't see eachother much because we have lives,  but we also hold such meaning to our Selves,  meaning being Love,  nourishing each other in subtle ways,  not at all superficial and she's just bought a new car and asked if she can drive that new car to California and WORK with me there,  and then Sheila,  her marriage partner came out and said the same.  Sydney you might remember is the "milk mother" to Talulah.  So…already they Plan.  and i'm not even there yet.  But they are Planning.  Is that BeautyFULL????, or what?.

and THEN,  more still,  Hilda who lives in Willard New Mex,  a quilt maker,  emailed saying she would love to come for the Hoya Plant.  She is miles away.  MILES.,  but she would come for Hoya.  How so totally magnificant is THAT?  like really,  totally magnificant!   Beyond.

and 

i talked to Alyssia.  there is an Address.  NOT YET.  because i am not there.  But there is an address.

grace Maestas

P.O. Box 968

Oroville, California  95965

my formal legal name remains my married name,  Maestas.  NO Forrest,  my personal name

here,  Pricilla at the Post Office is used to receiving mail for me however,  but there at the new place in Oroville,  not.  So…

Maestas

and if you put Forrest,  well,  i don't know.  Probably will be sent back.

but i have an ADDRESS!  even tho i'm not there!  Magic,  yes?, yes.