windthread

do not know how the word    faith   applies     but,  somehow it does.    There are a lot of words…i looked but can't find them tonight,   the "water people",  Feather River Water and Power,        caused this.     I made phone calls.   I told them about the  Buttonbush.   back somewhere in the first of June.   and thought she was gone.  no sign of her.

today tho,  the town trip,       look.    Back.    Back and blooming.   She lives.

tomorrow i'll keep looking for those words.   

sometimes odd things are a comfort.   This wombat,  from Mo Crow's world,  has been.  Some days now.  I go back to it a few times a day.   It's Just Goingness feels good.

Dawoud Abu Alkas       Reuters

woke…thinking…..What do i want?         I want to know more about Earthing.    I want to draw.   feet   Iris.     I want a necessary house.      i want to grow…..some thing.

and then

there were the articles in the Guardian.   I read beyond the headline…the full articles……the Children.  Children of Gaza.   they are starving.         not…….hungry,            but   starving.   as    dying.       if they are old enough to know what it means,      they would want to Live.

how would these      feel     in yet a different space again?     the pillow…from a fabric store in Ann Arbor Michigan maybe some 50 years ago and then,  the quilt that Tina made and sent since i've been here       ?    in a space that i look for now.   ,   ,    ,   that fits the need….and how  cloth always      fits     

it's ok for me.    there's that thing tho,  about not taking the first thing you see????   Alyssia needs to        look around….

there will always be things that are appealing about everything,  right?    and i need to get on with Living.   Emrie and i have things to do and i think we could do them here.   I tried everyway under the sun to bring an ad pic over but couldn't,  so..this will have to do.   all those vertical recrangles are  windows which implies….windowsills.