Every Morning begins like this.   I watch.   Begins soft.  Just Earth.  Soft.  Clear.  Empty.  Open.  Soft   this time around,   i would like to go into that Softness,  that open ness.   That empty ness.    Clear.  to be clear.   I know all the words.  I know how to "think it".   I'd like to continue to…

when this Cloth was beginning to happen,   the word violet kept arising as i sat across the way from where it hung on the  ClothWall.    kept thinking…i don't want purple here.  but then after a time realized that it was the word Violet.  not purple.  Violet.  and i began looking for a violet scrap. …

  i can say first,   Sunny Ray is an Old Buck Goat.  as far as Goats go.   Old buck goats have little value  "in the world".   That said Daughter Jenny and her son Jeff,   my  grandson Jeff,    arrived early and began by reconfiguring the fencing in that old Buck Forest where Sunny Ray was…

  maybe i am beginning to understand?   a simple word…we use every day and in so many ways,  like priority mail.  ordinary. but priority. Jenny had appeared,  surprisingly,  to work on Jack Flash's Evacuation Trap.   on a Tuesday.   She took a vacation day.   I'll take a pic of it sometime.    but before she arrived, …

wanting to be a part of things but feeling adrift the cloth is Sure of Its Self.   I am not.

and i have no idea what this post is going to look like?????   the pic….it's completely odd and it RAINED.   RAINED.   like Winter Rain.   SO NOT how it goes.    the pic….i was sitting quietly at Jude's House at Feel Free.  at the Zone and having thoughts and feelings about PAPER and no longer having…

do you see the small figure?   Within the "universe"? What is happening lately?  and by lately,  What is Lately?…as in how long has it been?,  this Lately.   ?.    What's happening? i am illustrating my thoughts to myself?   more and more,  showing my Self my sense of Place in the Universe?   Showing myself my sense…

so…the Pomegranate is gone.  Am pretty sure it's the squirrels.   However……….the Plumcot.   they've been at differing points of development until the last couple days when Suddenly!   RIPE.  Will take the little step ladder down tomorrow?,  store at Alyssia's…maybe we can make jam?  or just freeze?  or SomeThing….they are incredibly sweet.  There would be no need…

words are really….beside the point.     There is this  scrap.   5X13 1/2    Deb Lacativa.   as ALWAYS.   a scrap from her can Stand Alone.  is Enough,  so much,  in and of its Self.