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decide…pencil,  as is    or  ink.    and then  more lizards.   see the one little one at the bottom?    More.  

a  tiny Skink at B Garden watermelons.    A Very Good day.  

off and on….i held this Cloth today.   Touching.   Early in the morning i turned it over and on the Other Side i saw…under the root stitches that it also said the month of August.   

it is so dry.    it smells of DRYness….walking around.    They almost finished the Capture addition to Jack Flash's world,  built the gate.   Just a small space,  but his fence will be cut.   I'll drop his feed in there and he will become accustomed to  going into that small space to eat.   If we need to,   as in Evacuate,   delicious things can be put there,  things he can't resist, (knock on wood)   salted peanuts in the shell,  alfalfa.    and then the cut space of the fence closed.   He will be trapped.   Nowhere to run,  evade for too long,  and so endangering All of us.   Like last year.   He is,  though,  a very wary Goat….but it's the best we can think of.   I've never said this,  but last year,   last evacuation,   we couldn't catch him.  We also couldn't catch Karma  who was the only doe Goat to not load.  We tried everything…over an hour,  as time ran out.  We had to leave so we left his gate open…Karma was already free.  We left them.  On their own.   Drove away.   and called Butte Cnty Sheriff's  reporting this…they came the next day to check on them.  We had also left the feed shed door open.   Water tubs full.   It was a short evacuation in comparison,  i don't remember how many days???   But the Sheriffs came daily.   When we were able to return,   Jack was in his Space….gate open….Karma just outside.    

Nogal is the other Capture Goat….one iota easier than Jack…so his little shute is next.   It's all we can do.    This is a hard year.  the term…spontaneous combustion …..comes to mind.     We,  or really,  they…i am just there for conversation and small assistance,    they work to build these.    Even just since i've been here….this ratcheting  up.    it is the dominant energy of these summer months and i find this hard.   Summer has always  been  the "season"  that i love,  that i can be most me…but this

and it's only July.

i hold this Cloth.

 

again.   i wish i'd penciled a date on the back…when this first occured.   so i might guess,  backwards,  what might have been happening then.   Because seeing it today…it is the Story of     Today.    But it began a long time ago.   In the morning, i'll date it today and then before that a question mark  and go from now.

 

the small one….says….2019.   Good.   She stands.  Still.  True.

with both of these…room to experiment.   the double click on both of them is good.

Where ever we were,  Puppy was present.   I should have told her  Puppy's story.   a True story.   About coming here.  Next time.  Sleepovers allow for a lot of stories.   I just realized that.   Becoming Four,  it's time.  She is Ready for them.

was supposed to be the other day but a very itchy bug bite postponed.   She has never slept away from her Mother.    

how so many things are True.  All at the same Time.

a quote of Brene Brown        " in order to empathize with someone's experience you must be willing to believe them as they see it and not how you imagine their experience to be".

"in order to empathize with someone's experience                                                                                                                                                 you must be willing to believe them                                                                                                                                                                          as they see it and not                                                                                                                                                                                                     how you imagine their experience to be"

i am taking my "thinking" and my urge to understand    differently.  …as an honest and worthy use of time.   I am totally in love with investigative journalists and writers….like Robin Diangelo whose  "part two" book, Nice Racisim  is out and being found by some as too much.   I love the cover.  Tied up with a Bow.    I haven't read it,  but i look for opinion pieces and interviews and pod casts.   I am no longer  feeling like it's a waste of time.  and climate change….these fires,  the Disturbance of Earth manifesting.  Even the withdrawal of american military from Afghanistan.   

as soon as Alyssia can,  she will show me how to put links here.    I will link some of what i find here.   instead of asking that something be Googled.   I know that the chances of  things being read and watched  increase exponentially with a link.  

What does any of the above have to do with clothmaking and drawing and collage and reciprocity with plants????

Everything.   

so i think i will.   There are two things that will prevent it….one is that it will use more Juice from the batteries that run the phone,  my tool for Finding,   and this laptop….the addition of more words….and TWO…..i went to Utube….to Oh Brother Where Art Thou,   the song…Keep on the Sunny Side. (i should have a link) ….and yup….there it was….could be the sound track for cloth  blogs…..? or is that my misinterpretation?????   

When Emrie was here the other evening,  she'd gotten in  trouble and her mother put her in time out  which was to sit on the ground  facing the horse trailer,  her back to us.  she was sobbing.   But in the middle  of the sobbing….said….Old Nana….How did this hill come here?   I said…i'm not sure what you mean…and She repeated…How did this  hill COME here….she is turning FOUR this month,  the year for these kinds of questions and i thought…..i can try to tell her about how the Earth forms its self….geology…..and/or i can tell her a Story of how the great rocks decided to come to the surface.  Both would be true.  But i need to say it that way…  This is one truth…the Geology as we can know it so far…Science….and the Story,  what our Heart knows.   Two Truths.

there was a Fine  tree frog….size of a quarter…in Talkie's water bowl under the step.  

 

 

tiny, tiny….New!   this would have just happened…so…5 days since transplanting at B Garden!  

 

 

and the ones that had already begun in their pots….are continuing to grow…at least triple  their size .   

while there,   giving water,   squatting,  letting the hose run,  watching the small spaces of earth between Plants become dark with water.    The smells.       Looking,   at so much,   the profusion of intentional,  unwanted and hoped for  All growing in complete equality.   Growing.   Living.   Alive.   All so Alive.

i finally am finished and come back here…..i look at the photograph of what i had just experienced …..on the phone.   I double click,  triple and more       there is a Rush of FEELING  a surge of FEELING   and i realize it is familiar to someThing other and look up

 

across the space to this Cloth on the "far" wall  and feel that same FEELING rush up,  the seemingly disparate pieces  merging to give a Form so intensely pleasing….pleasing being a small word and not good enough…..more than pleasing……so different than pleasing    and how both are Occurrences.      ok…a good word here,  Occurrences     so for tonight….as far as i can get…..

the reality of how things Grow   and the reality of cloth making    somehow are the same.    the Same.

sometimes this pic is here,  sometimes not….????   but it's those watermelon plants…..they wouldn't make it now if i took them down to A.   So with the Pick,  i dug  a shallow trench then dug deeper for their small potted selves and just put them  here at B.  Added the log and filled in with soil.    The other day i said….i WILL NOT water twice a day…but      i am.  Just for a while,  till they understand their new place.     I wonder why i am so hell bent.  to garden on granite.   i have no answer,  really.