This was 2 days ago.  Since then,  Rain.  Only Rain.  all day, all night.  Momentary intermissions.  I am Ready….and  when there is a SPACE,  i go quickly out to Feed.   Just Going is dying.   We've known this day would come for a long time.  During the Evacuation last  summer,  the Vet on call there spoke…

Which world does she inhabit right now?  All day,  i shifted her from cloths to cloths….looking for the one that Speaks most clearly.   It is the time of the Atmospheric River again.  All day.  All night   RAIN.  Pouring down.  But inside here,  this little house is her house.  She holds the SUN

Peggy Mc g  and i met through Jude's cloth world.   It's been years.   When i was still in New Mex we exchanged mail about Bob Well's  Cheap RV Living episodes on UTube.  She wanted to Go.   and she did.  I had wanted to go to Quartzsite for YEARS.  I didn't.    This Yellow was sent…

always,  into the Questions.   

a Being.   i think of her as She but feel her to be genderless,  and also, there's  less and less any leaning  toward  anthropomorphism  as days go by.  Mostly because the primary aspect of her is   Fluidity.   She changes and morphs right before my eyes.  Sometimes i see leaves,  then they are feathers and then…

a scrap Installation:  America

Jan,  just North of me here sent this handkerchief.   Linen and Tatting….so fine the threads of both.  Weightless.  She said:  "it got accidentally dyed…maybe you can do something with her?"   this is one of the most Beauty Full things i have ever seen.    and i thought how makers are forever making beauty full…

 "….everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid." Poet and HandDancer,  Amanda Gorman,   wearing YELLOW,   said     "we assert……"  

Dancing Trees of Sumba Indonesia     Daniel Kordan photographer