it's RAINING. I waited. Didn't want to close the door. Now the floor is wet, there are towels.
Tay and i had been out, tying down the tarp over the Doe Goat Shelter. There was
Wind
making it billow up.
WIND and THUNDER….THUNDER. We ran down the Hill to A to see as much of a Horizon as we can and were transported back to New Mexico, the Storms, so much a part of life there, but here….a kind of Magic Show. We can't see a straight line horizon. only the approaching darkness, but the scent of it, the scent. and the thrill now, in our bodies from the Ions.
What does the Earth here feel????????????? this anomaly? Thunderstorm?????
i had stitched today, all day off and on. The Tree. it was a joy because of Deb's thread (Deb Lacativa)….in the past, this kind of stitching had given me a claustrophobic kind of feeling…too dense….but with Deb's thread, all opens out and there is this Joy. Light and color, moving through. And once again, it's slow going because i use a single strand. Separating the 6 strands and using only one at a time.
so much Grief in this world….i think…for no reason. I wish i could give a Thunderstorm and a single strand of thread to everysingleperson…it's nothing, really, but it's so much Enough for Joy
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