i received a package from Saskia.  Tales from the birdhut.  dot blogspot,  Netherlands.   Many small pieces of cloth she marked,  some distinct and complex,  some,  like this one…so subtle….and i sat this morning and the URGE to draw on it…. how it is.  If you want to learn a different language,  an Earth…

out front of the Dollar Store.   I haven't looked it up yet,  but it is a common landscape bush.  Frequent.  And what i love is that it THRIVES…the berries…in profusion.  No care.  Just there.

i don't even have any idea what to say about this.   What can be said?   A World on a rock.  Complex and Perfect,  unto its own Self  Selves…..but also,  so much in response to the world of the Rock.  How to even think a single thought about this?  We call it Lichen.  But…

turkey tail. there's much about it if googled.  and Utubes.  An ancient medicine Being.  I have only gone through reading some.  And no one site tells the whole story.   I piece it together.  These fan like forms are the fruit of the Plant Being,  the "plant" is the mycelial net.   lives in the…

        what if it were sudden.  and unexpected.   ?   No explanation for why.   The ones that she had become dependent WITH,  simply did not appear.  The means of communication,  the cell phone,  no longer functioning with only her half of the financial support,  disconnected from the ether.  She is…

Jude,  without knowing,  tripped it.  A response on Spirit Cloth..  about being  a documentary….and i just tripped out with that.   I guess i am learning how to live with RAIN DAYS when that's all there is…RAIN and to not have opinions about it but just receive…as this Forest Hill receives.  Graciously,  with upheld open…

    Rain  all day.  HIGH Wind,  gusting.     This Cloth…about how Some Thing is always born of Everything….a cloth for a day like this.   This Hill Forest receives,  open armed.    you can feel it breathing in the seeping,   branches reaching up into Sky. i dreaded going to do the evening…

like i know Emrie,  now.  From Birth.   Alyssia is like some kind of Bower Bird.  She collects and places stuff.   not for a mate,  but for her Self.  All this stuff, infant  to toddler,  bright plastic colors.  Drives me nuts.  This bed,   no where really to put it,  but it was on…

Jenny had a thing about tulips.  I don't know if she still does,  but i did put this tulip on the upper left corner of the Daughter Cloth….a Tulip and a Moon. The three of us…different.   I breathe   in.  breathe out.    Don't have the energy to go there so much this eve.…

the Doe Goat Shelter.   Particularly because of Cinderella,  it's where her final days took place.  All the bedding.  I raked and pitch forked out over the weekend.  Straw,  manure,  urine.   COMPOSTABLE BIOMAS.   Earth Food. Now it needs to get down to Campsite B and then further to the Wall Garden at A.…