windthread

some kind of voice that is not sound but form is beginning.  here in the basket,  out there,  the trunks of trees.  birds,  the lizards shiftshape

Colorado son fly fishing in Canada.  He studies a fish,  creates a fly,  takes it to see what happens.

back in the day of making the fiber figures  "art dolls"   …..     they came with some words like this.   and those words came so easy.   where'd they go?

attribution only,   stock images

google search,  heritage iris and this was first…among other pics from Etsy for         iris seed.      seed.      iris seed.   ?   i realized i'd never thought before about iris      seed.   always those mystically beauty FULL rhizomes,   asking for propagation,  asking to be broken apart….the sound of that…the snap

next on search a blog post from  2-13-2017 American Iris  Society     Growing Iris From Seed    Tom Waters

and for whatever reason,  i realize i want to try it.   not for something like the above,  but just to witness it…the growing of an Iris from seed.   and it's creating a life of its own….i'll grow iris for Jenny,  her new home.   There always have been iris except here      so far

for her porch whose house will have a yellow door.   Now,   a yellow door and purple iris,  the old purple,  delicate,  whispery

appears so much in her work,  that form that to me is of dried Iris.  Meinrad Craighead.  the deep mystery.

all day, same question.  at 7:56 pm i make my way to Pomegranate Trail, where Nancy gives this….You Tube     Playing for Change,  Marley,  One Love and herein such deep sweet comfort.   Thank you, Nancy….so so  much

about the 3 kinds of Oak at this Hill.  about an incredibly  great tictoc my son's woman sent me about migration,  how this leaf magically appeared as illustration of that       and then       i guess he got bored by the failures of his domestic policies and

bombed Iran

it's almost more than i can bear,    whatever that might mean

conscious earthing.   enough for now