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the first of the month….Shop Day

small Cloths   approx   5X7   fragments of recycle cotton,  sometimes rayon,  sometimes with Deb Lacativa's damask.    collaged into image that is to me,   some kind of Beauty,  kin to this world around me.   i don't give many words…would rather they speak for themSelves.   

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and,  Via Margery Knott   Sharing Trickster's Hoard

Unearthing the Secret Superpowers of Fungus.   Climate correspondent Somini Sengupta.  Photographer Tomas Munita

NYT July 27

it was Hot when i looked,  but…i got goosebumps and for some seconds,  it became Cool.   Just Stunning.

it's

AUGUST,  2022

Hatch Green Chili.    Sent by friend Bill back in the Other Place of  New Mexico.     A box of them arrived,  surprise!,  delivered by Fed X   from a grower,  working to grow his business back there….ships all over….FRESH CHILI……and it is.  All green and vibrantly Fresh,   delivered.   in the blink of the eye.    And it's what we need to think about giving up.  Things like this.   Indulgences of love.   So  i roast them in my cast iron pan,   they are meaty…perfect for making rellenos,  perfect….but i just ATE them,  as is.  Consumed them.  Consumed New Mexico.  Consumed memory.  Consumed part of a lifeTime.   i ate them.    And i will tell him how much i loved it and i will tell him just only this once.  No more.   

it was supposed to be Crow.   Beak and tail.   but the urge kept coming.   Words.   in ink.      it says:

Summer   77th year   2022   Stand and face in the stick house of Imagination.   where you can pray flowers.   where  Lizard watches and Crow marks the passing of days.    No te rindas,  grace!     in ink.

there is still August to come.   and room for more words,  should they also come.    Summer.  my favorite season.   77 the year i have waited for since Seventeen.   

the first in how long?….seemingly SO SO long….   a compromise,  but one that is a step in the needed direction?    and example of the fact,  maybe,  that it is possible to work together ?     i will just rest in it today.  the Possibility of things.   Tomorrow i'll try to learn more of what this actually is.  

Grey Pine,  Foothill Pine    Pine of B Garden

to say.   when i imagine the Thing of Imagination….as the word has been given,    it comes to me in terms of what might be needed 

some day.   

this is the first time that i am able to  "entertain"   thoughts of a Some Day….so far,  have been unwilling,  but as i Stand and Face what is appearing day unto day,   i feel  the need to  uhhhhh,   accept a What If.    and Imagination lets me go there.   There is a Brightness of the word,  an Energy,   and openendedness….newness.     a sense of   Possibility.   and even,  a sense of  creative ….power.   My eyebrows go up typing that.   creative power?….?…..yes.  creative power.

i have no vocabulary for any of this.  it's all clumsy,  awkward,  and probably very flawed,  but i need to just go with it.  

What if there is a barter society?    that's a good place to begin.    but before that….there's a new FaceBook group from Chico,  where daughter Jenny lives.  it's called Leaf a Plant….there   are small tables set up around town…people leave seeds,  cuttings of plants,  potted seedlings,  vegetables from their overflow.  Take something/Leave something     I look at this.   Kind of a Library. I thought earlier about  Imagining a kind of library of people.  Exchanging what you "know how to".   

Liz is making a dress.

i remember.  way back in the very very Beginning of me with Spirit Cloth.   How totally amazed and energized i was by Imagining i could make AnyThing….AnyThing from scraps of cloth…from what might have gone to the dump.   if i really NEEDED to,  i could make endless things that would Work,  but would also be BeautyFULL.

so,  it's this kind of stuff i am thinking  of when i think

Imagination

we might need to go all the way back…to the deep knowledge and wisdom of the indigenous people,  the first people,  the aboriginal people

maybe not.

but Imagination will take us where  it's needed and we Can.    Si,  se puede

 

"deciding" is not where it's at.   I'd decided to let clothmaking   rest a while.  Took down that last  piece of Wall Cloth,  put it in the wash bag.   Today i had to find it.

and go through those Leave Containers in that back room.

because,   this Cloth is talking about what will    "work",  as in,   How Life might be Lived as things move forward into Change.  What might be needed as Change takes place ,  on~ going,  beyond my single life.   I am always thinking of Emrie…..

the word is

Imagination

this word and all it might mean is the Key.    the imagination to Respond to Change,  the Imagination to Adapt.    Everything has Become      from the Imagination of some One…from cooking with fire to the James Webb.   Someone Imagined.     It seems so simple….it is.   But to say it,  to say     Imagination     To think of ways to teach  mySelf,  to tell Emrie,   the beauty and power of imagination when things might feel flattened by loss of the known.   

down in the right corner….Lizard.   who knows everything,  watches,  listens.  Attends all Life.   is the Witness,  the being through which the story of this Hill might be told.

there will be more flowers.   I thought  of the Bach Flower Remedies…that i have used at different times of my life.  The most known and common,  Rescue Remedy.     I thought of  the man,  Edward Bach who    Imagined   and  went forward to make connection between Flowers and the human condition.   Between Flowers and Human Beings.   Flowers.   Us.   He Imagined.  The Flowers responded.

 

so….how to Live.   with If.    the immediate and the one that will/might  come?      This question i ask and ask

this Cloth is giving the answer…..amazing.  but,  how it can go.     IF you were walking.  through an unknown or unremembered place and came upon this Stick House or shrine ( or both ).   How would that Feel?   knowing that someOne had created it,  once upon a time.   for some reason,  some purpose that They had 

imagined.    

They have gone.  no longer are here.   Just this.     You stand here,  just looking,   not knowing what to think.  So you  gather some flowers from NearBy….place them gently.   and like in Margery's  stories,  things can happen fast.  Not the usual way.  Almost immediately,  some of the flowers produce a vine that wanders up one of the Sticks.   You don't notice.   it's  becoming late.  you need to return.

 

Nancy…Pomegranate Trail….sent me the link.  But if you type in

Death Valley Life Blooms  PBS America Outdoors with Baratunde Thurston  you can find it on YouTube.   Extraordinary and more Validation  and related to the above.  as every Thing now seems to be.   

 

 

so thinking about Prayer…i immediately image this book…where IS it?  What did i decide..?  Take or Leave and as i thought i might have chosen leave,  i looked and oh!…..Yes….in the one tub for the roof bag…it's Here….in the Take.   

i have no god.   but i love the concept of Prayer.   ???????   then…what is Prayer?   a constant question and that is good,  i think,  a good constant question to have.   to carry.   to live with.   Prayer is a Calling Out.   ?

 

i transcribed again,  today.    Margery's poem   Prayer  on the cover of the new stenographer's notebook.   the second time.  the notebooks go 2 months or so,   the first for this in April  .      as we move through these times toward  September when the Salmon will run again…Here…up the Feather River…when i see this…in my own life,  them…running,   just a small distance from the Dam that  will  at some point need DIS Mantle   Prayer,  like fish,  their spawn

 

and this…in the basement of  one of the two Take Baskets…rolled.   forgotten.   but like one of the stick shrines….who?  or What is inside?   

and yes…my feet.   my feet are this  dirty.   they are often bare when i hose the water tubs but even if i wear the Crocs,  dirt and debris enter and come In.    My feet.  the floor.   It's not a  "normal"  house.   I live in a campground.  I camp here.  

the words were:

no more glancing.

If you look,   then….Look.

Stop and Look.   till you think you've seen it,  or   Enough of it,  for now,

all you can,  for now.

Make a note of this…so you can find it again when it

quivers

and says,  Come here

 

i made the best macaroni and cheese Ever in the CampOven.   I have running water.  Praying Mantis molt an average of 6 times in a lifeTime.   Molt.   like….the whole self,  dries,  cracks open and a newer, larger self emerges….the whole self….eyes,  head,  legs,  body.   6 times average.                                                                                                                                                                                       Of Course.  I will TAKE the Deb Thread.

i could go look for how others have made Night and stars…with just pencil…..but i'm not.  i'm trying to do that with just the sense of how it is Here…at midnight….the uhhhh,  Roundness   of it.    

and i am thinking.   Summer is my most loved season.   and this is the Summer of this 77th year i'm living.   The one i have been waiting for.   What want's to change,  can.    And i can't know  what  AnyThing   is like     if i don't let it.   

i got up at this moment and went Out into the Night….there was a sound…..and it is just so extremely Beauty FULL…it's cool and easy and gentle,  Soft.  Thick.   With wisps of thin and delicate,  like ribbons  woven through  and partly this is because of the Extreme of the day that at 10 something hasn't left,    lifted,      risen up,  from this Earth.   These are things i want to notice,  and then  take however much time it needs,       to know.