so….ok.   lets look.    at  this Plant.    I have long liked saying  "plant people",   most often,  "grass people".    I need to change that.    To give them the identity of  "people" to me now is to demean them…..to reduce what they ARE  to something like myself.  Why would i do that?     i…

    "In a field of concerns,  this is probably my greatest one:  that we will not take this thing to heart deeply enough to become the generation to proceed otherwise." Stephen Jenkinson  Interview with Mattias Olsson,  Corona Crisis Campfire Stories. go to Orphan Wisdom.com If you possibly can,    Face It.    ….go.   Listen. …

this is my BEST Button.  larger than a silver dollar   even then.  a Goat eye   the two strips….for buttons and button holes,  down the front.  Kantha.  My first.  From Jude.  I'd bought some of her Work and studied it…saw how it was done. stitched these pieces….one from YOU,  Michelle,  on the private inside…

and when i was looking for the housedress,  i did find this….a morning shirt.  It's linen.  Big.  I like wearing Big.  It's from that same period of time…the beginnings of Jude's Online classes when i was just so ecstatic to find self stitching little raggy pieces of cloth to something.   I looked long at it…

the post from two days ago….about the small Holding Cloth.   It could have easily been the last post.   I thought about it.  i left it there an extra day.   Seeing how it felt.    It's Good.   it would be a good last post.   It  says everything i have to say,  really.  The Cloth is everything…

on the wall.   across the "room"  from where i sit at the table which is the Everything Table.   this walnut dyed big Cloth of pieces.  That is the looking cloth.   this one has been there for a couple months at least.   there is that Eye.   The Eye of Place.   What looks back at me…

i wrote a LONG post last eve that just disappeared.  So i went to bed.    Here i am again.  but now,  it's Yesterday already.  The immediacy is gone.  History. was the Saturday walk about.   Jenny,  her man,  me, Tay, Puppy and the Herd.   i can now say,  the Herd because Caroline and the two…

Jenny's son,  Jeff,  Alyssia's brother.   my grandson.    Fate's father and now also the father of Brinley,  2 months younger than Emrie.  in Sacramento.    The first spring i was here,  brought for Jenny's Mother's Day gift.   Hydrangea.    When it arrived,  that week end,  our eyebrows went up…Hydrangea,  an exotic,   none of  us had…

the HouseDress i was looking for is not here.   But This WAS….i'd forgotten.   I was inspired to make it because of the Robe pattern,  learning that i could make clothing by Hand.   Is patterned after one of the many denim jumpers i wore to smithereens.   I don't know the term,  garment wise,  but the skirt…

so. we've made it so far.   No one is sick.    Jenny,  who works at the hospital.   No longer comes when Alyssia and the kids are here.    This is a big deal.   You see Emrie's "office"…her fisher price phone and broken plastic adirondack   chair.   We called Jenny,  New Nana,  a few times.  Emrie said…