only in this One Place.   This uhhhh,  This……gathering.  Good enough for the moment.  This gathering of boulders.   The only place on this Hill.   What happened?  that they broke loose and rolled and gathered?    We,  Tay and I,  sat there long.   But not asking anything,  just sitting.   Being among.   Just a ways to…

the scrap at the bottom.  4 1/4  X  1  inch at the widest.   A scrap from Jude some years ago.   I hadn't seen it for maybe 2 years until the second day of sorting.    It would be one of what i would so regret losing,  leaving behind.   Now i won't.

the joy of wrinkled cloth,  how alive it is,  free,  unstitched.   small scraps i've not seen in a long time….the pleasure of finding  them,  reuniting.   This is the same wrinkled piece as above.  Just the difference in time of day it was photographed….the first color is close to true,  except with a soft green…

  there were two baskets of cloth on the bench outside.  They got rained on.  and when i looked,  these two pieces were so stunningly BeautyFull…as if i'd never seen them before. i said i was finished with the Evacuation a couple days ago.   Seems it is not true.  The Rain spoke of it.   …

  it RAINED.   RAINED.   Rain It was forcast for 7 am.  and at 6:58 it began.  Rain.  I could say that word a hundred times.  Rain.   With the first drops,  Its scent rose and filled the air.   Rain.  I didn't close the door and it Rained IN and i put a towel on the floor. …

  Tina sent this.   A stone from Lake Superior.   Held within this pouch.   it took a while,  to have the Sense of it all.   and the sense of it all made sense when she told me.   "the small pouch with the snap came from my dad.  it held his rosary.  He prayed the rosary everyday…

the Kidding Pen.   For all practical purposes,  Done.   there are two partitions like this one.  They are removable.  To open the entire space which would be the case when there are not kidding does,  when it's the Milking Station.   Daughter dreamed it up this way because it looked like there might be multiple births…?…

the rock at the center bottom.   From Lake Superior,  Upper Peninsula,  Michigan.  To Oregon,  Arizona,  New Mexico,  Michigan,  New Mexico,  California.   Are rocks the Breast of the Earth?   a Prayer for Irene.  I hope everyone reads the comments…it's more than half of what this is,  this  blog

i have cloth.  BEAUTY FULL cloth,  all kinds.   Baskets with Things.   Scraps and thread and string.  Bells and leather and a crows eye.  a white colored pencil and a magic stone   rocks from the Other Home in New Mexico. i have so Much.   this morning was Bright and Crisp.  the Season will change. …

finished unloading all the stuff i took.  Not much.  And  re evaluated what should be permanently in a tub in the truck bed. We will be good to go.   It's like beginning again.   There's a shift in the day today…the air is lighter,  no more the honey thick air of summer…today, the first day,  it's…