windthread

the restlessness ….still.   at dawn,   drink first tea and look over and across at this Cloth….,  an iteration of many,  same theme but all different but all same .   and i love this Cloth…the dancing scraps holding the center,  holding hands and moving and dancing  it gives me such  intense pleasure and satisfaction

the young pumpkin  and watermelon  that Jenny brought….late.  but weeks ago….i finally planted two of them…one each in the space at the center of B Garden…restlessness…they had vined,   already blossomed and when i unthreaded them from the black eyed susans,  the grasses and borage,  i saw that each had a marble sized….fruit.   a marble sized pumpkin.    a marble sized watermelon.     yesterday.       This morning,               I  gave water to the A garden early part of day leaving B till early evening and by the time i got there,  they were flattened.   Flattened.   Their Joy,  flattened.   Part of me knew to expect this might happen,  but i didn't do anything.   I turned away,  did not go there in early day.  andso  i had to see this,  the flatness of a previously joyful Being…..me,   at cause.   I gave them water,  their flatness….and by the time i'd finished giving water to all the rest….they were    

standing

some of the mother leaves and i saw that the ends of the vines  where the marbles were,   were alive and well….that the mother  plant had sent the water on….far…..on….to the ends of her vines….before her Self    

and Celia  is completely normal today after looking as if death were  imminent and i haven't said anything about that

and i think….      grace….What do you Want?   like,  really…..What do you Want???????????????