on my knee in Early morning SUN.   can you see?   the figure there?    i am calling it the Hill Walker.   an amorphous Being   and as Liz suggested….i will include Hazel's email into the comments of yesterday "how the first and last photos speak of and to each other ~feather like…

what to do?   So,  i ask Tree Woman.    HELP!   she says:   go look in the storage tubs at B.    OK.   i don't even know what's there anymore.   the tubs are far up the hill from where i water.  I don't go there.   But i did.  because she said so and lo and…

the louder the world,    it's the small things that are speaking,  calling my attention for long long periods of time.   How,  illuminated by the flashlight last night…when i got up to Listen….how these dried seed pods became  so vibrant….like exotic blooms.     

tonight will be the first night of this Circle that i close the door.    Always,  it's been this way.   and then,  more so with the Goats….in N Mex and especially, now, here.   Tay comes in but all others remain Out There.   The first nights are hard…i wake often,  listening,  listening.   i get up,   listen. …

  the bouquet…most recent from Emrie.   She is dead.   Dead.   She    died     on October 11th.    Dead.    This morning i thought….Where is Joanna?  and i went to Future Primitive Podcast   to see that yes.  She has died and today is a Memorial on the Future Primitive Face Book Page.   I go…

    for things to Move…..like they did,   at Tassajara….Fire Monks……,   there needs to be a Central Heart Beat.    Here,   it's the Goats.    Unplanned,  Unenvisioned,  they have taken their Place in our lives  as that,   over almost 10 years.      Because.  They are the beginning and the end of days.   Every Day. …

so much feeling,  arising out of so much thinking.    I sat here.   Quiet and Alone.   , how i am,  alone,  not really.    thinking about Acey's Nichobella post.  not knowing it's informative details…just the spare words.   and i was FEELING. and the Feelings made me want to make…..make….a diorama,  that thing again,  the ever…

      from Fire Monks    " Not knowing is the habit. We become elemental ~ earth  air  fire  water".      Letting it sift through,  much of what i'm feeling is from the demise of the Wall Garden.  I'd begun in March and been devoted,  imagining many outcomes,  but not the outcome that…

so,  here.   As is.   Enough.   no need to be other than how it is now.   Loose.   but very together.   a lot of space,  a lot of flexibility , a lot of movement.  a lot of Free.   This way is good.    Holding,   fingering, touch ….Good.   No need to become anything,    a different Cloth or…