i'd thought it was just some kind of Internet drama….No More Sriracha…..but it turned out to be  TRUE….the jalapeno harvest,  WASN"T and they couldn't make any….!!!!!…..is this POSSIBLE?,  yes…and  not only possible,  but Happening….no more, none and the store shelves were bare and i  LOVE   like  LOVE    this i read and read all i…

i stayed with them.   Waiting to understand.   at least some.    and finally….. they are Feelings.   that rise from the Wondering.         the 4th one…got sent to Carolyn yesterday…Carolyn a long standing friend in Ann Arbor,  looooooong standing…. the morning of the Gathering,   just before,  she messaged….was it for sale??????     it was …

    a blush begins.   There are 5.    Were 7.    but way more than any previous years  of one or two that were snatched by squirrel in their beginnings.    These take their time.   which is feeling like forever.   i watch them.  Every Day.   E v e r y    D a y…

Saturday  August 12 i asked for,  in a way,  a critique.   And got the perfect one that is a  key to my understanding what i do.   if i let mySelf feel free enough to do that.   the critique was:   they seem more like bases,   beginnings.  The story is unclear. they are simply collages of scrap…

    ..no words necessary everyThing here speaks  

doing the work for the Gathering  at the Well with Wendy,   i thought out of no where that i needed a Meter of Desire.   and it made me laugh and i thought….draw this.    It's a box.   with uhhhh,  electrodes    that would attach to me,  i'm not sure where,   and would measure things.   be…

and again,  Double Click ,  please and the Goat, in the distance,   appears like a ladybug on the leaf it was supposed to be the Best Garden Ever    i said.    because i  intended  it to be.  and followed through with everything i had and then  the heat,  days over 100 degrees    things…

at a time when i am questioning Every Thing Here is an Answer to Every Thing the answer is Yes self seeded,  self planted,   grown in partnership with       me.      We.     be SURE to double click  

  what is it?   maybe a strip of shopping bag paper?  maybe the handle of a shopping bag?    how did it curl  into  its Self and create this form?   it twirled and there was moisture involved  and then it dried   stiff  strong   in this shape of its choosing   and somehow was Seen and Kept …

the Swing….watching the red washcloth flutter like a flag i thought of the words of LaceLady in the comments yesterday where  she tells of a book   The Poetics of Space,   the author  French Philosopher Gaston  Bachelard   a particular chapter of drawers, chests, and wardrobes and suddenly there was a FLOOD of images,  sensory images of…