ground is more grey brown,  soft.   Oak Gall dyed.    Lighter. red threads…the Pulse Oak on left comes into view.   I love this Cloth,  this slow slow Cloth.

Everything on your table today came from Earth.  Most likely,  so did your table and the chair upon which you sat.  

WIND last night.   BIG.   all night.   RAIN all night.    When i woke,  i expected to see evidence Out There There was none,  of  the WIND,  just the Rain.  Wet.   But everything was in its place.  The wind chimes,  that had sung Storm songs  all night,  just there,  still.   A plastic adirondack chair down by…

it's here,  Rain.    there is Release.    things are different.   Chicken requires different  accommodation,    Goats feed in different places,  Raincoat is found,  wool hat.  Umbrella.  Tay needed a new rug from the Dollar Store.   Clothing in layers,  several.   but most of all,  there is Release. I thought about it,  that there has been…

a week or so ago.  On the far side of the B garden,  near the Gate end  where in the dry grasses,  dry earth, a pile of manure and straw from last year's cleaning of the Doe Goat Shelter…that I'd hauled to the B garden on that tarp sled.     Today.  I stopped counting…

every single night it's the same.  The only things that differ are the time of day that night falls and the number of coverings to accommodate temperature.   The two baskets of cloth.  The pile of books….half moved at a time.  They're heavy.  They go to the other side of the Everything Table,  across from where…

  i finished the book.   Read too fast,  wanting to know what he would say,  as the last words and i went too fast and am not sure what he said.  Who are the learners?   this is the foremost question and i know that i have a literal mind for some things,  so ,  probably…

as i was told….Tay and i went to the Old Fallen Tree again.    She is very intensly interested.  She smells.  Long and Deep but she doesn't disturb a single thing.   I sat.   Then before leaving,  rested my hand.   Leaned over and placed my ear against Old Fallen Tree.   Silence.     at the end…

what is this large leaf?   Only one?   what am i supposed to do?    I walk out.   in the morning,  over to where the fallen tree lays.   Where i don't want to go.   I took  a glass full of Acey's  lamas 11 i asked.  What am i supposed to do????? Come here.  look.  watch. …

i wake up and begin reading again.   I have been folding over the tips of the pages that i need immediately accessible…maybe just  one sentence,  but that sentence.    I do the cry no cry thing.   Get over it and then two pages later,  again. looking out the windows,  there are 5 windows from where…