these are the pics i loaded Tuesday, late afternoon. I'd been thinking a lot of things, all day. Intensely. Was lost in those things when it became darker, the color of the world more metalic brass colored. Alyssia arrived to change the Ice and after just a very short time said maybe you should load now. There had been only a few sirens passing. No large trucks, no helicopters. There were no warnings on the phone fire channels. But we began because it felt Imminent. At least we'll be ready, she said.
there was that BLEAT sound, no words…just the sound from the phone and Jenny called saying she was on her way. We checked the Fire Channels and there was a Mandatory for our area. We loaded for the next hour or so. We left. Ended up at Camalot Equestrian Park where we went last year. In Paradise. Paradise. I stayed, sleeping in the truck till yesterday but then came here to Alyssia's house in Oroville where there was only an evac Warning. They had begun setting up temporary horse corrals, all their barns had already been filled. More Rescue trucks continuing to arrive, unload, arrive again, unload and on. Camelot is very different than the Fair Grounds at Gridley. No people stay. I was the only one other than all the Volunteers. As always, they take such CARE of all the animals. written Saturday late day.
Sunday September 13. Before First Light. We went back last eve to see them. They are divided into 4 maybe 8×8 stalls. enclosed 3 sides. Clean. Water. Hay. Rescue trailers still were arriving.
the fiber figures above. I used to call "us" Essential Beings. still have these three…in a storage tub over at Campsite B. That tuesday, some days ago, i'd been thinking of the Grass Person…the one in the middle. i had an urge to make a mask…used to teach maskmaking workshops….made with your own face. Wanting to make one now…..to wear walking this Hill. I no longer have oil paints. but i can collage the mask with cloth scraps…yes. and
other things
and maybe i can build some kind of cape body. i had gone online, that Tuesday, ordered the plaster casting tape. it will arrive this week. if i get back to the Hill, i can begin.
the Situation, the Fire, remains Volatile. Very little "containment". so there is just this much right now. What i DO have and DO SO MUCH LOVE is all the conversation here Among YOU, that i read as it comes in, that i sit with, that HOLDS me. That i hold close to my heart. i Thank YOU ALL for this. I thank you. times a zillion. Love and Love……………………….
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