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Well.    look what i did.

it was a very different kind of day.   first,  i needed food to eat.   and all of a sudden,  the food i needed to eat was mostly stir fry vegetables.  That in itself is a signal of a sense of season change.   and i went on,  to make many stops,  feed store,  propane,  what looked like a Hobby Store but wasn't,  Post Office ,  Alyssia's for batteries   and

LIBRARY

it's been all this time.  Ordinarily,  Library would be pretty much  first anywhere.  But it hasn't here.  I don't know why.   and Suddenly, today .   I didn't stay to cruise.  Just got the card.   Tay had been patient already.    But what is most significant is that there was no sense of Hurry.   There has been no need for the Hurry all along.  i just was In it.   and Suddenly today,  i was not.

ADDING ON after publishing

and maybe this had something to do with it all.    As i was leaving,  driving down Old Olive,  i saw a truck close to the road at the down there neighbor person's place.   I skidded to a halt…as he got out of his truck i yelled hello and for the first time in all this time,  i talked to him.   I had imagined a kind of beer belly guy in his late 6o's…kindof  the redneckie ones around here.   They have an extremely KEPT   place  that is 2 homes and some out buildings in which all manner of metal  and machine noises come from.  Have no idea what they do.  Tay runs the ridge across from there,  ferociously standing ground against a dog  that runs its  rim  across the road.    All i've known of them is their noise and their dog.    4 years.    So i skidded to a stop.   Hello!  I told him that i was wondering if he knew of anyone who worked on travel trailers,  they have one,  and that i thought maybe he might since it looked like he had lived there a good while.   It turned out that he doesn't.  But it was great,  the exchange,   him asking Tays name,  his dogs name is Blue,  he laughed about how serious they are,  across the distance,  setting boundries,  he asked about the white truck and i told him Jenny and we agreed…doing what you can on weekends takes time.  i told him the SUV was my granddaughter who brings me battery and ice.  That…i thought,  soon as i said it,  was maybe going too far.  But it was ok by him saying that travel trailers are hard to maintain when used as a residence,  so he knows.  at which point he  asked me if i knew my otherside neighbor and i said yeah  Dave and he said good then.  Dave on that side,  us here.  In case there are things we need to know.  i was in the right lane.  all this time,  he waved vehicles around the conversation.  When we were done,  he say goodbye to Tay.  by name.

What we imagine isn't always what stuff turns out to be

 

 

 

making Friends with Intense Pencils  at morning tea.  Just to be together.   i talk to them about making Cards.  I'll look for

the colors of Chanterelle  mushrooms.  

Butte Meadows.  a little less than 30 minutes away.  Sledding.    Altitude.   Helping to remind of the Beauty of California.   and No.   I did not go.   This is for a New Nana.  

B Garden is quiet.   it's been a while of RAIN TIME that i haven't gone there.   it seemed very still.  but an odd humming vibration…don't know how else to describe.  the new bed is decomposing.  its rich and dark.   next a few Rain days and then i can take the last layer of manure and scrap feed.   February is planting time.   Be sure to double click the pic.  I found them just like this…like friends.

no Rain

SUN

i'm not sure how the chairs got arranged this way.   They had been blown over,  scattered.    it seemed like they were occupied.  By some invisible entities who were stopping by,  on Their way through.    As life goes on.   First day of 2022.

we'll see how this post goes.   Internet in and out.   But here we are.   Cloth and me with the Our Lady of Guadalupe candle brought from New Mex those years ago,   incense.   and the most important,   the 2022 Butterfly Calendar.    I'd thought i missed the "window",  but there on the almost totally bare shelves of the seasonal isle at the Dollar Store…oh,  there.   There it was.  There were Puppies  and Kittens and my heart stood still…but then………there it was.  As if Waiting.    The Dollar Store are the best.   Perfect for writing the year on.  i love them and they are $1.   and i have done this for more years than i know…way over 15,   each New Year's   Eve,   sitting with the pages of the year gone by.   Slowly going through,  thinking,   and noting on the new one things that need to be referenced in the coming year.  Birthdays.    Saying Good Bye Days now.  People are dying during  last couple years.  Everything is recorded on the Calendar.  Jenny and Alyssia will say….Go Look on the Calendar….for when we….. dewormed them or trimmed hooves,   when we began a different feed.   There are many milestones for Emrie.   for the Gardens,  this Hill.   I love the  going back.  slowly and bringing forward all that might apply in 2022.   and it's particularly interesting this time because who knows?,  what might apply?   Everything is so ify.   

all this restlessness.   all this   un Ease.   All this What To Do.    I thought today….important to factor in the Facts of these days that are WET.   Nothing but Wet.   My world has been reduced to the small square feet of this little tin thing.   No     OUT SIDE.

and In here….the moisture is,   uhhhh,   there isn't a good word for it.   My salt shaker couldn't shake….the little holes were clogged with moist salt.   I found the large container in the cupboard….wouldn't shake either,  all stuck together.   I asked Alyssia to bring me some salt and i put it in this little jar,   taking out a finger full at a time and now….here we have it.  Somehow the moisture got in there too.  So….  factor this in.   Breathe.   Go Slow.   it just is how it is.

this was the first of the Invocation Cloths.    i wanted to find out how it might go if i just used any scraps to create a small Cloth,   How it was,   way back in the beginning of my experience of Spirit Cloth,  understanding that AnyThing was good.    I picked small pieces,  giving no thought to color or design,  just being really free with it all.  It ended up being things that i would have never placed side by side,  together,   it ended up being scraps that were not really appealing to me,  scraps i might never CHOOSE to use.   

  IT ENDED UP being this.

to me,   its the Magician Cloth.   The magician being a figure that appears now and then in all differing form and here,  so Clear to me.    I hold it today.   it is so LIGHT,   almost nothing in weight,   barely there.   I could look at it for hours,  how the incongruent scraps somehow create some kind of odd alchemy….and that combined with its weightlessness………

i love cloth.    that's it.  that's all.   Love.   

 

things are happening here.   Verizon that is my phone and internet service is experiencing something.   Most of the day there was no internet.  All day i was unable to make any call except for emergency.    Same with Alyssia in town so i know it's not just this Hill.   So….if i don't appear,  this would be why.   I guess we just wait.   am glad i was able to get through and post this tonight.

 

in Jude's Appearing and Disappearing place the other day,  she put the thought of excuses.    and i have held that ever since.  So in  these days before the new year,  i am thinking.   and i'll just cut to the chase.    

it's been a long time since i could post pics of Cloths over in that little Side Bar Shop which worked great for a long time.  I guess it's been since i began taking pics with the phone which means since i got such a phone which means since i came here.  Which is 4 years ago.   Before that,  i almost always could make a Cloth that some one wanted and thereby have some little money aside from the $774 social security.   I could buy a book,  i could buy seeds.  I could __________.    it was good.     so. …i guess  i could somehow figure out how to upload pics into that Shop.  even tho right now,    i don't know how.    But then too,  i think, many people who come here to Windthread already have something i've made.     they don't need  another.   and it goes on.  All the reasons i 

  can't.

but where that's gotten to is that i also don't need more and more Cloths.   i can't just keep making and keeping.   But…..i LOVE making them.    I have really been thinking.   getting to   the   I Don't Know How   and then  to the it Probably Wouldn't Work anyway,     but

just standing there.   i am just staying standing there.

LaceLady sent me a totally great card.   as a gift…still in it's sleeve.   She does this now and then.  I love this.   A lot.   This artist has an Etsy Shop.   I looked there.   Beauty Full.   and then i thought…but i don't want to get caught up in making a Lot of Anything….any kind of   "product".   I want to make Cloths when they "come",  i want to draw stuff when the drawings "come".

and maybe too….i want to see what they would look like as Cards.   So      I don't know how.  I don't know if it would work.

but there's a copy shop in town.   Maybe i can just go talk to them.  Ask questions.  Get actual answers.   This IS the 77 Year.  Above are 14 Invocation Cloths.  Each could be a Card.   ?   7 plus 7  =  14.    good number energy.   Maybe?    Maybe i'll try

or

maybe i just don't know how and anyway,  maybe it wouldn't "work".

 

 

 

 

What is it?,  that i want from the Inktense pencils?   How much     do i want?    I don't know.   So all i can do is…..see what happens.    I like its name…Ionian Green.