windthread

at the bottom of the meadow.   the fence along Carefree Way.  On the right,  the large pieces,  mostly pine.  some oak from a downed oak branch when the large pine branch fell and broke it off.   The neighbor,  Dave,  will want the oak.  The pine not.    The pile of brush,  not.   Those will be run through a rented chipper.    All this wood.  and we can't burn.   Dave has an actual house.  They heat with wood.   The pic that's missing is of the SLED that we use to move things.   Jenny's best buy of 2021.    Too hard to explain,  but i'll take a pic.   It might be useful to others.   It is GRAND.   there's a big one that did this job and then i have a small one for my purposes.  Makes moving heavy things simple and easy.    This is one BRANCH of a Foothill Pine.  A very old tree and how it goes for them in their old age when they can no longer support those huge branches that break off in the wind simply of their own weight, and gravity.     leaving a wound in the Mother that begins to rot with winter rains,  termites.   This was cut last weekend,  hauled to the fence today.

Where it was.   Fire Fuel.   Multiply this maybe 100 times and we will be good.

and then….T's mother and Casey came.   Near the end of that work.   From Sacramento. She now lives where Jeff used to live with T and Brinley.    She is Grama Nee.  Renee.   Casey is T's younger brother who she had had guardianship for.  Some years.   Before Jeff came into the picture.   He is in his early 20's.  A medical error had left him blind and severely brain damaged.  He has no language.   Jeff and T took care of him.   Now,  his mother,  grama Nee,   is trying.  Prior to T's death,  she was distant.  From T.  From Casey.  From Brinley.    now there's Circumstance.   How it will go remains to be seen,  but so far,  ok.   Today he was able to get out of the van.  Walk down the creek road.  Everyone but me went.   i am for whatever reason of my own that i can't yet describe…i am keeping my distance from all this.  But they were here.   She colored at the picnic table with the kids,  including Emrie.   Alyssia didn't come.    i stayed distant from that also.   I watch my  Self.   

the Inktense offers great possibility.   I could continue tweaking this Cloth but  that would change what the mission of it is…to offer the possibility of a Worm's dream…which would be plain,  close to compost,   simple.    It has been spoken for..   So i stop.  It is as is.  and that is honest to the story that presented.    Everything feels Good.

Everything will be different this time around.   Soil added,  spaces opened up.  that new faux raised bed.   Many things are possible.   and….knowing that the Worms are there,  having met 2 of Them….the Partnership.   

when i move the XLG bags of scraps back and forth from table bench across from me to the bed…when Alyssia is coming,   they change places…whose on top…..but one bag has somehow been on top for a while now and these particular scraps have been looking at me.   Today i took them out.   They are next,  they say.

and a Big Deal.   We are ,  Alyssia as advisor,  are almost on the brink of deciding on which printer to get.    For the

cards

i like this for two reasons…one that it is going to Happen and two,  that she wouldn't put as much time into researching if she didn't have faith that it will work.  

it's a difficult Cloth to photograph…for some reason.   Everything has become everything…?   The ground is an extraordinary old wornsoft cotton with the vaguest of vague marks of walnut dye.   The back an oh so thin muslin that's hard to find anymore.   Arm/wings  Deb Lacativa as is the body.   all,  seeming from sometime in the Long Ago.    it weighs nothing but    It has   PRESENCE.    We have learned such amazing things about Worms…why not that they …….dream?   Do they dream of what becomes of all their  Work?   Their ecstatic work?   What rises from it?   

Inktense.  Just a little at a time

Several trees fell in the two Great Storms.   Old ones,  parts of sprawling ones.   Fire mitigation….cut and remove this fire fuel.  Everyone came.   Jeff is the designated chain  saw person.   He did well.   All four kids were here.  They did well learning how to be independently occupied….on their own,  with each other.   Jenny was very Happy.   She blooms with  getting things done.  

we looked at several colonies of Turkey Tail,  2 large ones,  many small.   Turkey Tail…long time medicinal.  you can google it.  We need to use it.   for our own well being.   Learn.   

am having issues with the new laptop's battery cord.  If i fail to appear on any morning…that's why.   

Sun rose in the shell bowl

for Thay.  i will find the beauty that i had imagined

the time began by looking at a pic my son sent.   My mother.  Father.   His father's mother.   Holding my daughter Jenny as a newborn.    I say these descriptors to her.   She looks.  Long.   Asks….They are dead?   yes.  except New Nana,  your grandmother,  the baby.   She points to the 3 others…This one?    yes.  dead.   This one?   This one?   yes.   all dead.   There was talk.  What i thought dead might be,  her wondering.   and then we decided to go down to the Garden.  And the day went along.  The small wonderings being enough,  always left open ended to revisit and wonder more.   We wondered about centipedes,  about the different forms seeds take,  whether glass is metal.  How it is different.  The weight of water.  Velocity.  The desire to pick a flower,  tap dancing.   Who can say if you're good or not.  How a cat and a chicken always want to come where you go.   How many ways the number 10 can be painted,  how you can sing in your head, and no one else can hear you..  How she had just learned that.  By herself.

i have spent the ending moments of days with the Memorial ceremonies  for Ticht Nacht  Han.   I think how shallow my practice has been. Double click this.   an example of the shallow,  surface,  and then….the More

looking for the fingernail clipper…in this box to my left along with a little stapler,  AAA batteries,  tweezers,  lots of stray small papers,  pens,  the pencil sharpener  etc,   these rubberbanded index cards that have things not to forget,  a lot still blank….i go to this box for something every couple days or so

today i saw

Upload to Shop.     Huh?    yes.   Upload to Shop   February 2020.    Well, Well.   so though i needed to leave for Town errands,  i thought i'd just see what happened.   Some of the words made no sense when looking at where the previous prompt got me,  but i persisted and tapped away and lo and behold…..there on the right side bar….SHOP….was the last pic of the phone gallery!  ….yesterday's miracle.   I have no idea what exactly i did,  but will try again tomorrow.   If i did it once,  i can do it again,  right? and if so…this is just absolutely Great.  

a collaboration,   i got it to keep standing,  Emrie did the arms,  head and hat….the face., the dent in the middle is the heart she says.