windthread

i love how it goes.   i begin a Cloth and am all happy and then,  think…oh, eeee this isn't going to be able to happen and i go through  as many of those 13 bags of scraps/fragments as it takes and suddenly….YES…it's going to work…and here we are again,  this time with a piece of cloth that i have had forever,  from Oregon i know,  but not how….but do know from Oregon,  when i went there imagining i would make a new life.   and it turned out i DID,  but it just  wasn't in Oregon.   and was a different life than i had imagined.

Life is so amazing when someone doesn't kill you first,  before you've had a chance to find out how it can happen.

cloth making takes thoughts and feelings and puts them in our Hands where we can give them form….release them  .   Can you see the Eye in the middle?    The thread beads   (Jude Hill),   their loose threads….depict Energetic Forms.   Deb Lacativa's  Dirty Thread…seperating the 6 strands…using just one.  Maybe tomorrow i'll use more.  maybe 3?at a time?

 it's not going to be this,  but it was a totally interesting experiment.   And here,   the One Salt Cedar stick that Jan sent back.  How much i love this  stick.  

Journal note:   take pic of  Free choice mineral feeder.      Jenny had bungee corded  the Free Choice mineral feeder to a tree.  It works like that.  Finally.   They "knock" on it when empty.   4th time now,  when i take off the lid there is a 

BIG

huntsman spider…just ,  there….and when i lift the bag of minerals and begin to pour she moves just far enough not to be touched by this disturbance i put the lid back.  Today,  i stayed longer, looking at her and then looked at the lid…how she has made a web home in the indentation of the handle of it.   it's an ify place for a home i think?,  but maybe not…i fill the feeder only every couple weeks so i guess the days inbetween are how she likes it?   But….how does she work it,  when all those mineral granules are filling the space?   How does she ….hunt?    So i need to remember to leave space for her 

Who gifted me this cloth?   i am so sorry.  so apologetic.   it has been saved…for so long that i don't know,  that its  identification has been separated from it     It has been SAVED.   

and today…i think today is its day

and it is with a flood of relief and happiness.   I NEED to make cloth things.  

and go

to Angie's place…threadcatcher.blogspot.com     She's over there….STANDING…..STRONG

so small.    so perfect a representation of its pepperness.   a surge of love for this.   And then i think…..born to be eaten.   O.   destined for stir fry.   O.   and it all becomes more complicated.  

We,   Jenny,  Alyssia,  Emrie and I got a brand new pad and wrote a list to be ticked off.   Fire Season,  2022.   We sprayed WD 40 into the hitch thingys of the Goat Boat and the Horse Trailer.  Tried them out.   Put the heavy hammer and correct tire irons in place.   A tire on the horse trailer is low.  noted.  The wires for the tail lights of the Goat Boat have been chewed through.  Replace.  Note.  Talkie's crate brought down.  Puppie's   carrier  that i cleaned a while ago put in place.        We looked long and long at ideas how to capture  Jack Flash….finish his capture pen….and then Nogal….create a new capture pen this year.  Make it as easy and efficient as possible.   Remembering and Recounting the last evac.   How long it took to get Nogal loaded and how little time we had.   How the roads were cut off and Alyssia cheated and came in the back way skirting the Sheriff's deputies.  In the 20 minutes it takes for Jenny's man to get here from Chico,  he could not  get  through.       As we talked,  looking out at him in his great forest,  he hid.   Almost disappeared.   When ordinarily he will come to the fence drooling for his tortilla chips,  he hid.  in a tangle of downed tree trunks…again….almost invisible …..and watched us.   It is so amazing how sensitive and psychic Goats are about….INTENTION.   Emrie listens  to all of this.  All the conversation.   She is like a sponge.  similarly sensitive and psychic.

and then

Sunny Ray.   He needs to be set free from his recuperation in the Curry House.     No longer needs  bandages on his leg,  just the fly off stuff,   he is restless and CONFINED.   There is concern.   Part of his forest is a steep  slope and his leg isn't what it was.  May never be.   What to do?  and How to do it.  reFencing.

a Big Day.  

and amidst and between all that,    we sort through the world.    Ukraine and Buffalo

i only had that one left…the  one  old so small brass safety pin.    i ordered some.  was careful to read the description….it said brass.  They are new.  and so,  shiny.  Gold looking.  i'll look around,  see if there's a way to "age" them…or as with cloth,  the walnut dip that gentles the brightness ….i cannot come up with the word in this moment.  If i do,  i'll come back and edit.   I had it this morning.*   But then,  i needed to leave.   I saw that the Community Garden was having its first work day of this year.   The Community Garden that is one of the projects of the African American Family and Cultural Center  here in Oroville.   the place that i had called in that first year i was on this Hill  because of that Garden.  and then there was Covid.   The really good and Good conversation with the people there and met one of them today.   in person.      Every where,  i read,   for change,  ….LOCAL  and COMMUNITY.   So,  we'll see.   i am signed up for their  emails of events.   The next being Tuesday,   a mental health awareness outreach event.  There's a Taco Truck till 2:00.   Emrie and i will go.    I'll keep showing up and see if there is a way i can be of use.  a way i can    fit.  be of Use.    

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*sadden

Third day in a row that Michelle showed up.   Cannot Ignore.   OK,  Michelle.   

and They

are talking.    These from 3 bags in the basket that is always to my left,  here,  at the Everything Table.    I spilled them out together and there….Michelle.   Right there.   What is the message from the streets of NYC   What do these scraps want?

this pic from a couple days ago.   that one on the right

the Hopeful Bit of Information that Liz found…  Comments on 5/17  post   ….. and i was so glad to receive.

this morning i glanced over and was startled.   How can i imagine that the necessary cycle has not been disrupted.   ?    I am so Sorry.   But also 

Love

the  Beauty.   double click.

and understand how it is for Emrie,  when she picks a flower even though she knows that it will end it's life,  but sometimes picks it anyway.  And we sit,  some hours later,  looking at the wilt.  How every thing is So many things.   I will keep this gall forever.

India Flint's hands.   India Flint.com   School of Nomad Arts

Back in my cloth beginning,  Jude and her.   I have those first books of hers.    and for Reasons,  i wandered away.  from her.

What does all this mean right now?   Why could i sit here all day and then more days and just look at this pic?

Where….am i?   

the elegant perfect exit holes from a last year's gall.   Two galls from a branch of the tree i pictured the other day….new.  This year.  Larvae inside.   The branch had been pushed to the ground.  I read and read,  did not see if the gall needs to remain on the Oak branch for the cycle to continue?   We will keep safe and hope.  

in the bottom of the back  pasture of the Place across the way is a Very large old Fig.    Waiting.   Readying.  

in some places humanity is ravaged by War

here,  some pretend and murder at a grocery store people the color of some of my family

the phone just pinged.  The black onyx wrist Mala  for prostration and protection that i ordered on Etsy….my first purchase there,  so long ago i had lost hope and forgotten,  has  shipped from Kathmandu,  Nepal

the gall wasp continues       the Oak trees receive     the figs will be pollinated

and for the first time in 100 years,   there are Otter in the Detroit River.   Detroit,  where i was born.   The first in my lifetime have returned.     NPR All Things Considered