i plugged in the christmas lights that i'd found by accident…a frivolous use of battery electricity,  but i wanted to.  Sometimes Marge and i did frivolous things.  …art supplies, mostly.     That  Moon.   Put on my boots and jacket and took the printout photograph of her and the Invocation Cloths and went out into it. …

my most loved friend,  Marjorie Burke Price.  You will remember i have spoken of her before.  I don't remember what all i said.  But i searched for her photograph and couldn't find,  only this print out….but enough in a time of need.  And i don't know if i said these things.  She died the year…

from one of the 9 BIG ziplock bags of scraps.    They move.   From the seat across the Everything Table at night to the wall of the bed every morning.   i just kind of fling them with enough care so they stack.  don't slide off.   But the one with the mens shirt with these flower…

this morning i realized that i had not mentioned,  noted,  the twig.    I'd gotten tired at the end of the Garden time yesterday and so,  careless i guess and i i pulled this twig along with a handful of vetch and grass.   Bringing it back…maybe it will take root? it's Penstemon.   i looked it…

when i am working on the B Garden….mixing compost/soil   filling pots  arranging cardboard  putting up trellis and on,  i am also going through and rearranging the tubs over there.   Working to free some up  with the intention of moving them into the "house"…they are along the fenceline now.   I found the Coyote Basket/Wolf Basket made…

i came here 3 years ago with Birkenstock sandals.   it was December,  so wool socks and Birkenstock sandals…the sandals were second hand and so,  worn already,  a little slick soled .   but i was determined to stay with them tho Jenny was not convinced and sure i needed boots with good traction when doing the…

Jude was talking about paper and cloth…drawing…stitching….and these are here next to me.   I wondered,  What if i tried to DRAW the Cloth…up left…what would that feel like?    everyday there are reviews or just opinion pieces about Nomadland.  at least one and sometimes more.   They all have a singular thought,  a nuanced View.   This…

multiplying.   Contente.   Many tiny new  feather leaves.   The joy of this.

and how it always is.   That it's Surprising that it goes how it goes.  But……here it IS.   Again. i  am still swimming around in Nomadland,  in all that it brought to the fore for me,  all the remembering,  all the feelings of Now.   This will go on for a while…,   a while?,  a while I…

4 things for a Story  Was FULL of anticipation,  woke at 3 something got up and made tea.  Spent time with this Cloth.   Read things,  thought things,  cleared and cleaned the table.  Connected laptop and phone to chargers.   Folded up the bed.   Fed Tay.   Just sat a while.  Thinking.   Time goes quickly and went out…