the basket, to my left here at the Table. it's there. somewhere. under cloth. a pile of it.
and in front of me, across the Table and on the bed. more piles of cloth. I saw my Self , rustling around, from pile to pile and remembered when we had ferrets when the kids were little. We'd let them out and they would rustle around, finding things they liked and hurrying off back "home" to incorporate the new into the collections they kept in their tubular homes. Which looked similar to this space, which is my living space.
and so it was decided. 4 squares across with a surrounding very generous border. She agreed to be responsible for finding the right sheet for the back. She liked, very much that there would be a whole size fibonacci spiral.
she likes it.
and as miracles go….my friend Sydney from New Mex had called last weekend. the Difficult Weekend about that fallen Tree. I didn't return the call. She called again yesterday. i answered and we talked, as we do every 6 months to a year or so, like it's just yesterday and for most of that hour i didn't "click" on the fact that she and her wife are
Arboristas.
Sydney's daughter, Talulah, just graduated from High School and we were talking about being mothers to
women
in her case a very young one, in mine, 50 but Mothers….what might "work" and what not so much and how to feel about it all when it doesn't and i used the thing about the TREE as an example on my end and she began talking about that….the Tree.
she said to send pics and she would show them to Sheila and they might be able to offer some advice as Jenny, as she in her Determined Way goes forward and the upshot in the end is that
maybe Sydney will fly here for a day ot two. Look at "Jenny's Tree" and advise. This was Jenny's idea…to buy her a ticket, set her up at a hotel…..to just LOOK with her. to listen to her say what she knows from all her research, to offer thoughts. to offer Confidence that it CAN be done. and i realized how afraid Jenny is to do it, but also how determined. This is the Hill where she will spend the rest of her life. Where maybe sooner than later she will build a home. There will be other Trees that will fall as this time of drought continues. Alyssia is her daughter. Jenny is the Mother. and Emrie watches it all.
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