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they say tomorrow at around 1:oo  it might begin.   Another Atmospheric River.     River in the Sky.   

there are lots of things i could say.   Words.   telling a Story.   but what's the point?    What will happen,  will.    And then,  we will just go.

 

 

an intermediary between Earth and Universe…fragments of both

so…often i would get a Cloth this far.   and it would be enough.  i'd leave it.  move on.   There are several back there in that room like this.    But it has my attention and i want to continue…to  "finish"  it,   whatever that might mean?????    Everything is here.  Collage,  pencil,  ink,  Inktense,  Deb's Thread,  kantha.   Finish

it.   Take whatever Time that might mean..   For no known Purpose.    

Alyssia has begun with a new Group and is sharing her "homework" with me.     it's about Acceptance and Commitment.   this is from the second meeting.    List 10 Values and 10 Principles. you "have".      work with these and see if the list narrows and narrows down .   To Core.   maybe 3.   Core Values.  At first this seems ok,  but as i go,  it becomes full of question.   I love this.  No longer being in a world  with  access to such,  it is a real gift.    

just the "words"   Values   Principles     What is the difference?   and then….that term   Ethics     arises

had gotten  damp.   spread it out to dry and when holding,   thought

maybe i'll make more leaves…just to remember how that feels.   The basket of Deb Lacativa's threads always on this Table…tomorrow i'll thread the needle.   i can't remember how long it's been,   or all the reasons why it's been so long?   Realize the Drift has been with me longer than i'd thought.   So,   Tomorrow.   ???????

we tarped the roof.   took apart the water pressure thingy  on the outside where the water enters the pipes.  I had planned to not mention either for at least a while… probably not a good idea….but…..seemed just too much.     But for reasons,  i did and that's how this day got   "spent".    I was glad that i have decided to begin each day with Mary Oliver.    This book,  a collection,  has been on the dashboard of the vehicle…that library there,  for Evac.   Brought it In and now,  the plan is one every morning.  To begin the day.  And i am carrying the Carnelian again.  and for whatever reason,  the small shell.

 

This Morning                                                 

This morning the redbirds' eggs                                                                                                                                                                                       have hatched and already the chicks                                                                                                                                                                      are chirping for food.   They don't                                                                                                                                                                                  know where it's coming from,   they                                                                                                                                                                       just keep shouting,  "More!   More!"                                                                                                                                                                               As to anything else,  they haven't                                                                                                                                                                           had a single thought.  Their eyes                                                                                                                                                                                     haven't yet opened,  they know nothing                                                                                                                                                               about the sky that's waiting.   Or                                                                                                                                                                                     the thousands,  the millions of trees.                                                                                                                                                                   They don't even know they have wings.

and just like that,  like a simple                                                                                                                                                                                       neighborhood event,  a miracle is                                                                                                                                                                         taking place.  

 

is this Glorious or what?    i love the Post Office.   i love all Post Offices but this one….,   it's an Historic Site.   Built in the 30's.  i think about the architect and want to know more.  The sense of how the United States Postal Service was revered.   it feels like a cathedral.  This half,  there is a hall beyond the package boxes and then to the left,  the main room of all the old brass key boxes.  It is always very quiet here.  spotlessly clean.   it feels somehow    private.   People nod and smile.   talk is rare.    Through glass doors is the business counter,  the waiting line that passes through glass counters that hold stamps and other items.   Always at least two clerks,  often 3.   They are friendly,  always offering advice.   Other than the Hill,  it is the only other place i feel i belong.

yesterday morning,  before setting out for the above,   i  hit the skids.   There was NO internet.   I searched and somehow found a contact number for Verizon and the option of CALLING.  it was my intention to just ask if they were aware of this and if they thought it might be corrected.   OR at worst,  be told it was somehow  "me".   Wait time was 11 minutes and some nice slinky music repeated and repeated and i looked over at Tay's  Dancing Stick…thought of Marti….got up and in the 3  feet i have….danced.   I dance like Pee Wee Herman.   But it relieved the tension.  made me smile.  Suddenly,    a voice…this is …….i didn't catch it……how can i help you today and off it went.   i told why i was calling in blunt terms,  that i was just wanting to know,  that i am completely tech challenged,  don't even now the terms for anything,  on and on and she….a young Asian woman said well,  lets begin.  it went on for over a half hour.  many questions on her end….like,  OK,  just tell me what you see on your screen.   then   asking if i saw the three dots for instance,  me…no    her patiently asking another way  until i finally said…do you mean that little thing that looks like a house and 3 circles?   YES! she  happily exclaims.   2 or 3 times i tried to give up,  telling her i'd just wait for my granddaughter and each time she said well,  let's just try one more thing  .  during a lull  when we were waiting for something to happen on her end,  i said i use the phone for everything that i take pics with it,  like of my garden,  and she said  You have a Garden!  i try to grow things but their leaves turn brown and curl in.  i tell her to not give up.  i go on to tell her that i post my pics on a laptop and she said You tube?   no…a blog….OH!  what is it called?   Maybe i can find it.  I tell her.  The waiting was over and we continued on.   In the end,  i got updated,  she wanted me to check the laptop conncection but i couldn't….i was way late feeding the Goats….so we left it at that.    Is there anything else i can do for you grace?   Yes.  keep trying with a garden.  She laughed.    She was just

FINE.   Kind.  Patient.   creatively working within my limitations.  it was as if i were her own grandmother.  that she would take forever figuring out something that would  Help.     

So,  Beauty Full young woman from Verizon,  if you do come here,  please know that because of you i write this here.  Because of you,  some things i have come to depend upon are back in place and how so much that Helps in this world.  Thank You beyond  Thank You.   i will think forever of a fine Garden for you.   No Te Rindas!

 

 

ok….after yes and then no,   here i find self.   Maybe an updated internet connection?  Maybe not.   ify in italic neon.

But…the Thread.

that i searched Colour Mart for and couldn't find.   Lace Lady said…let me try.   She mailed Colourmart and made a connection with Sue.   a PERSON there.   Who said if we could send a 

snippet

she would search.

i sent a snippet to LaceLady.  She sent the snippet to Sue.   and HERE,  today,   is this oh so Fine and Excellent Cone of 

THE THREAD,  the hair thin silk thread that is my Everything Thread….HERE….a true Miracle.   a TRUE miracle.   Enough for forever.

People.   We are still people.   in bodies.   of all kinds.   We 

need things

in one of the email exchanges Lacelady said how do i addressi it so it gets to you….Sue at Colourmart said….no worry,  there are only two of us working here…..i had imagined a huge warehouse with many employees….     2.  2 women among spools and spools  one carrying a snipet of thread to compare….from a woman in Washington State who GETS THINGS DONE whose sister friend is a woman on a Hill in California who worries if there is enough……    Think of this.    We are "just" internet people…and yet,   here.   on my morning and everything table….a spool of silk thread.  think of this.   think     of   this.

I love you,  LaceLady     I love you Sue at Colourmart   I love All of Us

 

began with just pencil to paper,  to ease it all,   no forethought whatsoever.    this after several iterations….just continuing,  because the doing of it is comforting.    '

if you see some image,   don't tell me.   i need to go "blind".  i don't  "like" it,  but i need it.   need the doing of it.  the continuing.

ive tried to get a pic of this branch a zillion times…it is so delicate…ephemeral in a way…that's the wrong word,  but leads in the right direction.   There are 7 arms/legs of it and it is dancing.    it extends Out over the space of this table.   To see it as it truly is i will need to get it down to B Garden and afix to the fence,  but i wonder if even then.

it was there.   at the Feed Shed door.   it's base,  tucked in so it Stood UP as i approached.  This was the Big Wind day.

Kay also said:   dismiss Nothing as  "not her".   Next to me,   Tay loved sticks.