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i woke yesterday to this in the email.  From Marti.  I'll let her talk about it in a comment,  but it was such a JOY and i felt lightened to see and listen about it.   This pic is from the screen of the laptop.  It is SO MUCH MORE in her photograph.

had many thoughts and went about the morning feeling full of possibilities and then mid morning sirens came and went…we are just close to that highway to everywhere around here,  a main artery,  and there were sirens.  Ears prick and you continue what your doing but listen for their direction and the

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i just lost about 20 min of words.   just disappered as if i'd never typed them.

so.   without all that led up to it….Alyssia and Emrie had come to change the ice.  By then,  a full out Fire,  Close,  Miners Ranch and Mt. Ida.   The sky became FULL of circling planes and helicopters….flying LOW,  one plane causing a Pine here to sway and Emrie and i Waved and Called Out…..HELLLLLOOOOOOO!    THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! over and over.  Alyssia watched the alerts on her phone and talked to Jenny.  In the midst of calling out,  Emrie and i brought her blocks out to the table and built castles and bridges.  The Goats pulled In to themselves and came up here,  by the door.  Puppie came up from down at A.  

it went on for 3 hours.  They were taking water from the creek canal just up the way.  Refilling for the drops.  I don't know how many fire trucks were involved…more than 4 and they are BIG.    A  t one point,  Alyssia decided to leave and go pick up Julian from her house in town     in case   in case they cut off traffic to the Hill.    But right about then,  it slowed and quieted.  it was 8:45.   No need for them to come back.    it was Over.

i looked again,  at dusk,  Marti's cloth.  Sun Flower 

 


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i left very early this morning to give water at A and B.  just in case.   I saw that all the Tall Grasses over Tazmeena's grave had become dry and flat and i pulled them and tossed them over the fence to the Goats.  Mostly RattleSnake Grass…the nutritious seed pods.   I'd forgotten the shell.    I'd woken with none of the sense of possibility,  of Joy,  but rather trepidation because i'd not gone to water B in all the comotion,  a 100 degree day,  the GREEN BEANS,  the just planted Malabar seeds.   But i found all to be well.  And even more than well.  Things….appeared to…..have….GROWN?   Spent then a long time at A.  Repotted the grapefruit tree and avacado in large landscape pots i'd brought from N Mex.  Watered long and deep.  Listened to the new Morning Dove that has come for Jenny.  She loves them.   And i thought and cried no cry for her and us….she had come from Chico last eve.  Was somewhere in Oroville,  alyssia said…"somewhere",  and i know where that somewhere was,  am sure of it…was down at Lakeside where all the FireFighting was Staging,  there in the parking lot,  ready to drive through if they evacuated us.   Cry, no cry,  tears well up writing this.  She couldn't come here according to the Rona Agreement.  She was there,  like 2 minutes away,  and she couldn't come and stand with us,  yelling Love up to the SkyFliers….we couldn't be together

 

 


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from later today.  stenographer's notebook.       I'd thought all along that i'd been   uhhhhh,   preparing for something.  Something i thought would be of Value.   A lifetime of preparing for something that would be of Value.   It was all about me.  Because i thought that.    Here i am.  almost over.   and i never found the something or got "there".   Yesterday,  there was no urge to load things up in case.  I just thought….we'll load the Goats.  the cat carrier,  Talkie's travel crate is Ready,  under the table where Emrie and i were building castles and bridges and yelling love to firefighters in the sky.   I have the black bag with important papers…it sits there in that back room.   Everything else,  i guess i would leave?   i guess,  cause there was no thought to load anything.  none.   This surprises me today.

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23 responses to “yesterdaytoday”

  1. Kim Avatar
    Kim

    I can’t begin to tell you how these daily writings of yours have been something of Value to me. I don’t often comment because words don’t come easily, but I’m here checking in on your world on the hill. Sometimes we get caught up in the idea that to be of Value something must be Big…Amazing…Unique! But more often it is the simple thoughts, gestures, ideas, and stories that are the greatest Value of all.

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  2. Deb Avatar

    As you described the water fliers I kept thinking about all the thirsty beings drinking deep from all the splash overs. Surprise yourself one evening. Pack the pillow bag I sent. Some TP. Snacks. A change of clothes, a small thing to stitch on, a few needles and threads. The best book. It makes a better pillow when it’s full.

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  3. Peggy McG Avatar
    Peggy McG

    Life plugs along.. I am so comforted by seeing the shell there in the grass… and knowing your green beans are growing. When I find my nights long and sleep is not coming easily..I take a journey to the Hill. Peace. Love.

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  4. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    Your time in limbo, the waiting to evacuate, how the surreal yet oh so real is always present, nothing stopping the pandemic or the very real awareness of fire season…and the ache of separation…this I have come to know so well recently.
    As for the dyed cloth: This cloth was made from sunflower petals, sunflower centers, stems and leaves, sprinkled with a bit of vinegar, plunked into one of my copper pots, filled with water and left out in the sun. I have a mesh like cover that I put over the little pot and simply let the water evaporate, the sun do its magic.
    In different times, my days, during the summer, would be filled with foraging for dyed materials, my joy would be in sorting, bundling, revealing and then waiting for cloth to tell me a story that I would stitch. This is the only dyed cloth I have made all summer, no foraging, no stitching. It is the only cloth not just because of the pandemic but because three weeks ago my husband had open heart surgery, a quadruple bypass…was a shock to us because we thought he was very physically fit for a man of 77. He is home now, doing well, walking in short time frames, 3 times a day, not napping as much, watering the garden (as if I could stop him, etc.) He was scheduled for weekly physical therapy and we had a house visit with two physical therapists who after spending over 2 hrs with us felt that we could handle his program ourselves without having to go to the VA clinic for therapy visits. He goes back on July 28th for an assessment to see how his recovery is progressing.
    I put this here because the sunflower cloth, made from a little welcome home bouquet for him, he was in the hospital from June 25 until July 7… the sunflower cloth was my way of holding onto this unforeseen time; a way of holding onto a sense of nature’s beauty and healing because due to Covid, I was not allowed to be with him at all during his hospitalization and surgery. Updates were given to me by hospital staff via the phone and I have to say that reading of so many with loved ones in the hospital who have Covid and not being able to be with them, well, I understand the pain and dismay…as an aside, my husband had 3 Covid tests and they all were negative.
    So I turned to the sunflower, a plant that tracks the sun, a plant that nourishes birds, a plant that gives such beauty, both when it blooms, when it dries, (I keep a few dried sunflowers on the table as part of my autumnal decorations)…a plant that signifies that we go on, moving, pivoting as needs dictate, but we go on…

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  5. Deb G Avatar

    Oh Marti…sending love. So glad your husband is home with you. What a beautiful way to hold on.

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  6. Deb G Avatar

    This is one of the moments where I have so many thoughts and just can’t decide what to say…so just this I am here and I am sending love to you and your family.

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  7. jude Avatar

    we must live without fear. It’s just hard.
    But it’s the best life.
    I cannot grow sunflowers here. Something eats them.

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  8. Tina Avatar
    Tina

    Oh Marti you have a heart of gold .. this piece and all that it holds could not possibly have been gifted at a better time to a better person. The living with such uncertainty that you and Grace have and are living with .. different and yet the same. I will pray that your husband continues on his path of healing and that You Grace get through this fire season unscarred. What this post has reminded me is to continue to count my Blessings and to hold close in prayer all those I do dearly love. Life is fragile And must never be taken for granted. 😘

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  9. Mo Crow Avatar

    (((Grace))) and (((Marti)))
    namaste

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  10. Nancy Avatar

    Hugs and love to you Grace, that’s all I can seem to come up with, so much emotion felt.

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  11. Jacqui Avatar
    Jacqui

    Emrie’s desire to build castles and bridges, that deep spiritual urge to transform stress thru making, that empowers us to be change makers. I love this idea of Emrie building what she needs, castles and bridges. I use to love making huts and tents when I was a child. A way of building my own walls of protection and a sense of emotional security that I didnt get from my parents. I think making opens the door to this ability that we are born with, to transform ourselves, cope with change, understand what we need. Thats why kids are such great teachers, they remind us to play and to rediscover so much.

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  12. Jacqui Avatar
    Jacqui

    Such a thought filled post for me, thank you. We are coming toward Spring here in NZ and I am thinking of the coming Season and seeds and swarms and the gardening awakening again. I must put Sunflower seeds on my list and you can think of my sunflowers flowering on the other side of the world when you are in Winter. Such a beautiful cloth Marti.

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  13. grace Forrest Avatar

    well….simple. i think it at some level is all just
    so simple, but i can’t find how to fit simple in
    anymore

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  14. grace Forrest Avatar

    i look at the pillow bag. As is, it is a good pillow.
    I think i would put my pillow into it.

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  15. grace Forrest Avatar

    the Hill remains the Hill and i honor that, over and over. I am here, going through whatever it is i am going through and still, quietly, steadfastly, the Hill is the Hill.

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  16. grace Forrest Avatar

    pivoting as needs dictate……

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  17. grace Forrest Avatar

    i wish you would say them all

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  18. grace Forrest Avatar

    Stuff eats things everywhere.

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  20. grace Forrest Avatar

    yes…when she’s a little older she will be hut builder.
    she loves bridges now…balancing the blocks. She’s good at it.

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  21. Acey Avatar

    I have tried repeatedly this year and could not get a single one. Was looking at photos of the sunflowers I had in ’18 and it was like something from a dream in somebody else’s life …

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  22. Deb G Avatar

    Well here are some of them, a bit of rambling because that is where I am…. Tonight as I read your words again I am thinking about my great-grandmothers. I knew two of them, one living until I was 16 and the other until I was 12. What is most important to me is that I know their stories. Both of them coming to the United States as adults not speaking English. That I know they loved me. If I had to go, and I had time to grab a few things…there is a gift that each of them gave me that I would take if I could but it wouldn’t be as important as the memories. And then I think of the process of making memories and losing memories. Of time spent with those you love. I am thinking of my grandmother, who lives like you do with the possibility of fire and wonder what she would take with her? I think it would be the dog and the cat. I am wondering…having reached almost 53 and never having been a mother…do I hold on to the role of daughter, granddaughter, great-grandchild in a different way than someone who becomes “mother?” Got to think about that one more…

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