it's like all the "holidays" of Amerika, all the ones you grew up with. Even if somewhere in your early 20's you decide in your heart that they are designed for mass consumerism…..still…..it's _______Day. So i woke as i do somewhere between 4 and 5 oclock and decided to celebrate by not jumping out of bed, but just lying there a while, till i really didn't want to anymore. That took about 10 minutes. I then visited blogs, looked to see what might be happening at Spirit Cloth, read the news and cruised through NPR Weekendedition. i did the usual Goat, Chicken, Dog and Cat thing and then came in and just sat. I wanted to see what would happen if i just sat with no agenda for next. In a place like this, things are crammed everywhere…hopefully out of sight. Because i was sitting, leaning back for a change, i had a good view of under this Everything table. There was the fold up barstool against the wall. Emrie's little but not little booster seat that she hasn't used in months. 2 pairs of very used wool socks and an assorted array of things that had just fallen down there. I found Emries pink ball. She will be thrilled. What followed was kind of epic. Jenny had brought me a squirt bottle of Lysol All Purpose cleaner yesterday. I hauled everything out from under the table, took the booster seat and the bar stool over to that place where the table i don't like because it's not wood is, where there's the water spigot and left them there to wash. Swept under said table, all manner of debris, mostly shreds of goat feed and dog hair. Since paper towel is still hard to come by, i got a pile of the cheap paper napkins that Alyssia had found me and went to work. Spraying and scrubbing with the napkins, on my knees, i washed the floor. i used a tool that's for clay sculpting to run along all the "baseboards". I thought about how since i can do laundry at Alyssia's now, i actually can go back to using rags for such things. Then i read a LONG article Jenny had linked me about copper deficiency in Goats. How the pic of Nogal is relevant here…the hairless eartips. These deep thoughts weren't in keeping with my plan, so…i decided to re read it tomorrow.
Middle day. I sat with the 30 Day Collage pages that Acey brought us some months back and just let self drift with them…i want to write on the blank pages. It's time. Will stitch the pages together. Write. It is as if they were prologue to these recent days.
the day went along from there, disappearing fast and some phone calls and wishes and Goats and Gardens and i'm sitting here again, thinking about it all. looking down at the CLEAN EMPTY space under this table. Happiness. Happy Mother's day to you, grace. May you be Safe. May you be healthy. May you be Happy. May you live with Ease (in the circumstance in which you find yourself) Love to mySelf, to Sharon Salzberg, to all of YOU, to Every THING. Love and Love. and may we go in Peace. May we be kind to Mothers, the first of which is our Earth.
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