There were 7 blossoms.   This one remained and now……..oh……….now…………………look!   ~Pomegranate~ !    Planted  the first year here and never having gotten this far before.   Maybe………………………….? and Emrie is back in gymnastics class.   there was an accidental pause and she is so thrilled to be back.   AND her coach this time,  her coach this time is…

this third scrap….. internet works early….i wake at 6am or thirty and it works till maybe almost 9a.   Then the middle of the day,  not.  But this morning.  I listen about Teachers,  NPR.  There is a podcast…Rumble Strip….about the death of dogs.  and then i read of today's doings of this world and i think….…

  i posted these first two pics on the 19th….the second being my guilt Gall which has been in the Circle Basket since,  me  being sure i'd disrupted it's process.     Some  nights ago,  late evening really,  dusk,   there was a battle at the little kitchen window over the sink.   A winged being having tangled…

  they used to be here and there all over.   The first spring i was here i thought it was an Iris plant…by the kind of leaf,  the formation of leaves.    But soon learned by the single very long stem of Flowering that it was not.   I saw them,  many,  in the corridor that…

i don't know words for this.   or,  really,  i don't know what would be needed to precede any words…as in…a thought?    it was just a doing…taking the three little scrap bags.   this   this   this    and they are not uhhhhh,   aesthetically pleasing,  or in accordance to any sense of  "design,  they just Showed Up…

U tube Zoe Keating Radical cello

these two…of the Same….the first…how that Intelligence of the Universe plays out in my mind,  in my days,   what i SEE,  what i FEEL,    how i am "able to receive It" and this one now…how It might be,  tho i can never have a glimpse,  really,  but how complex and just ALIVE It might…

so Jude is going into cloth and paper.   stitching and drawing and this,   this  form of plant fiber   that i have had for so long.   That is in that basket that i photograph so often,  with other living things, stones, shell,  with safety pins recently…That basket,   where it  LIVES    in an incredibly Beauty Full…

i love how it goes.   i begin a Cloth and am all happy and then,  think…oh, eeee this isn't going to be able to happen and i go through  as many of those 13 bags of scraps/fragments as it takes and suddenly….YES…it's going to work…and here we are again,  this time with a piece of…

cloth making takes thoughts and feelings and puts them in our Hands where we can give them form….release them  .   Can you see the Eye in the middle?    The thread beads   (Jude Hill),   their loose threads….depict Energetic Forms.   Deb Lacativa's  Dirty Thread…seperating the 6 strands…using just one.  Maybe tomorrow i'll use more.  maybe 3?at…