Jenny (daughter) and i loaded the Old Cowboy's Pick Up with Stuff today.   We went at a steady pace.  Talking in between. We loaded the tent that Alyssia and the kids had set up late in the winter months, early spring.   She'd found it on the Buy Sell Trade facebook thing.  It was…

  it's different here,  than at the Other Place….when Wind comes.   Here, this Hill,  there is almost always some movement,  but gentle…drifting through,   across and down.   This Wind today though,  blew my hair.  Blew through the 100 ft trees,  Rushing,  Shushing,  the sound of ebb and flow….tides.  a Pulse.   As if…

so i have this Time.   Alone,  to do with what i Will.   the first since December. I am haunted by an image.   Slate,  first,  an article by Dahlia Lithwick  that Mo linked for Dee.  But since,  different places. the midsection and legs of a young woman,  being searched,  in headlights.  It's night.…

a part of the Hill.   It's a canal that was created for the run off from the Oroville Dam Fish Hatchery.  Many years ago.  How long i will eventually find out.  But right now,  it's a creek.  Fast flowing.  When i get IN it,  any time now,  will probably be to my waist.  It's…

comparisons.   to need or want to choose one thing over another….to judge one thing as better than…. How everything carries its own Beauty,  its own unique singularity,   not more than,  not better than.  The specific singular Isness….to appreciate this….just for what it IS. And then. Finishing reading The Moth Snowstorm  …. Nature and…

Destiny,  the extended family foster child left for Michigan last weekend.  For the summer?,  for Life?  she will reunite with her father and  unite with her mother for the first time.   today,  Julian, the 8 yo son of Alyssia will  fly to New Jersey to spend the summer with his father. Alyssia and Emrie…

felt like that.   A little of Everything.   the strip of french seam from some article of Thrift Shop clothing…i think  probably a design that everyone of the 70's might have had something?   I cut the threads,  tiny threads and finger pressed it flat….to the Other Side.  The intense pleasure of that. i…

so, this is next.  it refers back to the posts of  5-21  and 5-27.  And again,  primarily Deb Lacativa's cloth,  that Rose UP and presented…perfectly,  the  brilliance of the Earth and specifically,  the signaling of the Spanish Broom.  There is the dark square,  the under ground,  the whispered secrets,  upon that cloth of the Storks…

in gratitude for the collaboration with Deb Lacativa's damask, her dirty threads.  Time now to go Into it All.

Finished.   the Cloth of it…Initiation.  Because of the Cloth,  the Understanding of it is strong.  What is New.  Unknown.  The path is Spirit.   Crow Spirit accompanies.    She has been able to allow herSelf to be clear,  to be available for whatever comes.  To meet it with an open Heart.  And this is…