windthread

i think so?       

i needed to go to the Garden today.   Begin feeling the feelings i need to feel.     but…putting it off,  i picked up the pencil and 
this

the mask is afixed to a stick that has that glyph language written on it…the glyphs like in my childhood,  down by the creek,  where i'd find those sticks with those marks just under the bark  that to me were messages from  my "true people.  the Real People"   indians.    The message was always the same.    "it's ok.   Wait here.   We will come for you."    i've found those sticks everywhere i've lived.  Even in New Mex…in the forest up at Magdalena.    There's one on the table outside the door here.  

I'll come back to it maybe tomorrow.   See if i can make the hand that holds the stick.   See if  there's a sense of what i drew and why  i drew it.      I did go to the Garden.    I did imagine myself walking down there holding the stick with this mask.