windthread

while there,   giving water,   squatting,  letting the hose run,  watching the small spaces of earth between Plants become dark with water.    The smells.       Looking,   at so much,   the profusion of intentional,  unwanted and hoped for  All growing in complete equality.   Growing.   Living.   Alive.   All so Alive.

i finally am finished and come back here…..i look at the photograph of what i had just experienced …..on the phone.   I double click,  triple and more       there is a Rush of FEELING  a surge of FEELING   and i realize it is familiar to someThing other and look up

across the space to this Cloth on the "far" wall  and feel that same FEELING rush up,  the seemingly disparate pieces  merging to give a Form so intensely pleasing….pleasing being a small word and not good enough…..more than pleasing……so different than pleasing    and how both are Occurrences.      ok…a good word here,  Occurrences     so for tonight….as far as i can get…..

the reality of how things Grow   and the reality of cloth making    somehow are the same.    the Same.