i NEED to begin a small cloth.    like,  NEED to.   looking in the folder of old drawings….this one…made me laugh and also is how it is Now,  Here,       lizards coming and going     there are so MANY this year.  They're everywhere,  their coming and going almost simultaneous.  In the Trees…running along branches…

it's like all the "holidays" of Amerika,  all the ones you grew up with.   Even if somewhere in your early 20's you decide in your heart that they are designed for mass consumerism…..still…..it's  _______Day.   So i woke as i do somewhere between 4 and 5 oclock and decided to celebrate by not jumping out of…

pomegranate   summer Grasses already

"in the biodiverse  Omo River Valley,  in the Southwest of Ethiopia,  a Kara man collects blooms of desert rose. "  May  2020 edition of National Geographic   i sit with these photographs.   I think of Acey,  collecting Violets.   What is this man collecting the blossoms FOR?   i am sure.  Something akin to Acey and the…

its been hanging here for some time now.  i pass it often and stop…look,  wonder,  remember.         what year was that?    when Jude started talking recently about large cloth,   i decided.   Since then things have unfolded that i couldn't have imagined.   It's really quite amazing that this time of 2020 is…

just this.    One small thing.   A seed.   Planting its Self.   Growing.   Being.    Just this.   Enough.   

half in,  half out.   Out this morning,  In this afternoon evening.   This is going to be for a few days,  at least.   I think it's as Mo suggests.  She's gone broody.   But i am trying to be uhhhh,   objective.      She moved her nest site from the Feed House where her egg was collected…

i never count this as a large cloth…i guess it really is….it's pieces of denim stitched together that was the futon couch cover in that other life in new mexico.    Here,  it's the cover for the couch bed that never gets folded up as a couch because it's been Emrie's napping place since i've…

my daughter.  my first born.   We walked yesterday,  the Saturday Walk about as a whole Herd,  Caroline and the little ones.  I watched her.   In my mind,  i called up images of her as a newborn and then as Emrie's age now…almost 3.   I held those images as i watched this woman,  40 something years…