maybe i haven't said this?   or did i?   there is no Electricity here.  Like you have some outlet and plug stuff in.  Not here.  Everything here is from batteries.  There are large Marine batteries that sit outside and power the thingy that trips the heater off and on,  the water heater.  I don't…

Rain.  that continues.  day/night/day/night.  Rain.  Off and on,  Hail.  then rain.  Heavy rain.  like,  Heavy.  Big.  Rain.  the old mother, of the Lizard Clan,  the Desert clan,  feels it.  But  having seen the lizards here,  knows there is a way to be with it.  Be With It.  Other places, snow.  Here,  rain.  Water.  Sky Water.…

a gap between them,  but somehow   known to one another,  prior to this Round.  How? one wonders,  but of no point, the wondering,  there can be no answer.  Any answer will or will not come from the Living of the Life.  and only will be glimpsed in retrospect and the old mother will be…

  i need to think a little more before the words.      Later: when i "heard" Jude say she might do one more On Line Class,  I was beyond happy.  The thought set free so many images,  about  what it might be…and foremost  I guess was the hope that it might be a continuation…

young mother is ready to leave for the day,  it's evening,  just becoming dusk.  She does not like this time of day,  makes her uneasy.  Old mother says it's "woman's time of day".    "then i must be a man", she responds.   Ready to leave,  they call the dog.  Dog is not here.  Something…

create a Diorama. Three mothers.   An old one.  Middle one.  Young one.  Two midling  young ones,  an infant.  Goats.  Dog.  Cats…old and young.  Lizards all ages,  Worms,  unknown indeterminate.  Birds.   A tin shelter in an old forest at the top of a steep Hill  in a land of many steep hills and many…

a glade.  a small clearing.  There are two of these,  to the East and a little UP from Campsite B where one of these days i will live.  They appear to be spontaneous.  No sign of having been  "man made".    Just small clearings,  Sun filled and surrounded by the brush and 200ft trees.  When…