was supposed to be the other day but a very itchy bug bite postponed.   She has never slept away from her Mother.    

how so many things are True.  All at the same Time. a quote of Brene Brown        " in order to empathize with someone's experience you must be willing to believe them as they see it and not how you imagine their experience to be". "in order to empathize with someone's experience   …

tiny, tiny….New!   this would have just happened…so…5 days since transplanting at B Garden!       and the ones that had already begun in their pots….are continuing to grow…at least triple  their size .   

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…

sometimes this pic is here,  sometimes not….????   but it's those watermelon plants…..they wouldn't make it now if i took them down to A.   So with the Pick,  i dug  a shallow trench then dug deeper for their small potted selves and just put them  here at B.  Added the log and filled in with soil. …

the pic isn’t going to load tonight. i’m not going to keep trying. it’s hot. was 110 today. Now, 9pm, 99 degrees. Heat like this saps energy. it’s a biological phenomenon. you can feel it seep through your sweat…your forehead, the space between your breasts becomes a pool of sweat, of energy. it all just…

as the days end,    we  lie down.    then we sleep.   Wake before dawn and begin again.  

  there weren't any for a while…i'd just commented on that some days ago,  but then….and now….in both windows.   You can see her at around center 3 oclock.   She rests in the same place.  every day.   in what looks to me as an upsidedown position…???   During the night she webs in different things.  The inktense…

the restlessness ….still.   at dawn,   drink first tea and look over and across at this Cloth….,  an iteration of many,  same theme but all different but all same .   and i love this Cloth…the dancing scraps holding the center,  holding hands and moving and dancing  it gives me such  intense pleasure and satisfaction the young…