Continuing,   too long,   both Patty and Michelle cannot comment here.  Both are very much missed as community sisters.  Both are Blogspot people.  If anyone can think of anything they might try to correct this,  please get in touch with them.  It's not self correcting.  Michelle has said that there are 5 Typepad blogs she is…

Today is November 8.   I'd thought to write a LOT about how i realize things about the Fire in Paradise.  The imprint on me.  The imprint on Everyone anywhere near.  There's a lot to write.  A lot to feel.   It was this day last year when Paradise began burning  and the fire kept moving,  uncontained, …

I want something that gives the Sense of the Oaks here,   Sierra Nevada  Live Oak.   Filling in with stitching would make them seem heavy.  They are large and sprawling,  but there is no sense of heaviness.  They are very Spirit filled.  I'd like to find a way to express that.  It's taking time.    

anticipating change,  Earth change,  in the next couple weeks we move into RAIN season,  hopefully.  Ordinarily.    So,  i do those Earth things,  work to finish Planting,  finish painting that will preserve wood.  Rake out and clean  sleeping quarters.  Hose off and dry tarps that may be needed.  High Energy. And all the while there…

this  pic  was yesterday…a looking day.  Today i planted everyone   i 'd gotten at the Plant Sale.    Except for those that are for  Campsite A.   And the two trees.     These beds are about 4 ft wide….am not sure how long it all is,  but long enough.  At the gate end will be  the…

sitting at the resting place above B i look over at the small clearing.  This pic doesn't show the vibrance.  Too bad,  because it's quite amazing.   It's where the Old Cowboy's mother's lawnchair,  rocker sits.  On it the cardboard box that contains the Old Cowboy's glasses,  slippers and dentures.   He had wanted to wear these…

Joanne sent a box and in it was a baggie of Frogs.   Large enough,  bright enough to not get lost OutSide.   Work was happening and Emrie who is feeling sick with something,  played with them.  Placing them here and there….making ribbet ribbet sounds,  hopping them.  Look at her back.   It's wide and strong.   This…

you do certain things,  that just are an Urge.   From the Interior Self,  that says….Do This.  Crow wears a cape of the Glennis Moon Silk.     When is this Cloth from?   I don't remember,  but i did remember…something….and went in search of it. I think it's good sometimes to want to Give Up.  To…

  I woke at around 2 something.   Sound of the Owl speaking.  Close.   I lay there,  seeing in my mind,  Talkie on her branches.  A sitting duck.   Listened a while then got up and put on shoes and a sweatshirt.  The FatMax flash/spotlight,  me,  Tay  go out into the cold.  Walk to the end of…

One story told in Three Voices.   Earth,  Spirit,   a species.  human.  Three voices,  same Story.    All this Cloth comes as unexpected.   Sewing in the Oak Trees,   the message to go find scrap and the scrap would be butterflies that would speak of Spirit.   The human form becomes in the middle ground between Earth and…