windthread

 

friday night.    i hadn't looked at the weather….glued to the news.   went to sleep.    awakened by a cry.   Minion,  or,  Cry Baby as he is also called….down the way in the dark dark and i simultaneously realize it was

RAINING

a lot.  heavy,  steady.   sat up,  pulled on  boots and got the umbrella out of the shower where it's kept,  got the spotlight flash light and went out but in that time,  it was all figured out.  They were all in their RainShelter,  minion and Black too.  All there.  Minion and Black have never known Rain.   the Doe goats never go into that place for months of the year,  but remembered and made a break for it.    I went in and squatted with them a while.   

Back,  wide awake to watch  the numbers  then bed again,  following breaths till i fell asleep.    woke  in Morning Light and just lay there looking …. first pic….having the feeling that things were different….there was an urge to just stay still,  feel that feeling before knowing why.   just the Letter Blanket and Green Tara and the feeling….an expansion,  openness.   Then i remembered the numbers,  the Rain,  the Goats safe.    And back to the screen,  saw that it was true.  There was Good Hope. I checked everywhere,  just to make sure,  and yes.  True hope.   

 right about then,  Alyssia messaged me the second image.  She had been pulling apart overripe tomatoes to feed her chickens and found this.     

i think about the thing of Will.    "Volition or will is the cognitive process by which an individual decides on and commits to a particular course of action.  It is defined as purposive striving and is one of the primary human psychological functions."    more than that tho,  Will rises out of Spirit…or not.    and thinking about that first awake moment, i thought about how just some small Hope can cause Will to rise up and move,  stretch and reach for.   How Will can become still but always wait for the smallest glint of Hope.

to John Robert Lewis….si se puede

 

 

Buck goats.    Nogal the youngest.   Proven by siring the two wethers,  minnion and black.   His first.   and so far,  only  opportunity.   But he busys himSelf in his forrest and enjoys watching life go by.  He is gentle tho almost impossible to catch for an Evacuation.  Almost impossible to catch for a Portrait….this is the best i could do.   He should have been sold to become a herd sire.  But not.

 

 

it is close to impossible for me to photograph this side of the Hill…the dramatic DROP,  close to verticle down to the canal creek. This is the closest i have come?   Down at what appears to be the edge of the creek,  you can make out Goat forms.  This hill side had been thick with grasses that are extremely flammable.  Goats have cleared this and now,  this circle of season,  go to the edge of the creek for all the green things that thrive there.   Then…on the other side of the creek is the dirt road/path of Feather River Electric who monitors the creek.  no one drives that road except them maybe once a year and Alyssia when she sneaks past the police barricade during evac.  There is then another drop of maybe 80ft ….you can just barely see the road…Old Olive Hwy.  where the civilized world begins.

 

 

 

When my kids were little,  i didn't want to use the word bad….say things are Bad.   So we called them  UnGood.   

So….things,  or,  CertainThings are very UnGood and i don't know how to speak of all that.   No need to repeat what we all read everywhere ad infinitum.   And simultaneously,  Goats are Good as is a chicken, cat and dog.  There may be some RAIN in the next few days.    There is a new Plan for the 2021 Gardens,  thanks to Carnelian Stone.   It's a good Plan.  am working on it already.

Otherwise,  However  "IT" goes,  we are in for a long haul,  a lot of work ahead of us.  Things are bleeding. 

We the people

Democracy

a civil society

 

that word,  prevail.   not prevail Over,  but prevail With.   We have to find a way.  We have to find many ways.  We each must be a part of that finding.

This Tree is the first Tree i connected with upon arriving here,  when i set out for my first walk.  now,  It's out behind Talkie's abandoned palace,  one of the places no one goes.  it's a private place that belongs to this Tree.   for the first time in years,  i've spend time there…me and  Carnelian Stone have sat.   A Thrasher lives there.   As Oaks do here,  it grew multiple sprawling trunks…6   (the number for All Spirits Living and Dead).   It's the largest Oak here.   In the first pic…do you see how it looks like feet?  In the last,  the Glorious Crown…..reaching,  touching the SKY and beyond.   I can't imagine how long this Tree has held Place there.   Held Place.    

the one for sure Good Thing.   Butte County,  the county where i live,  voted for BidenHarris,  or, voted UnTrump.  Voted to at least stop the bleeding.  And Butte County had the second highest voter turnout in the state of California.  Bodes well for the work ahead.

i love you All.

 

 

the young Cottonwood.   At the creek.   Beginning the Change and already shimmering

a tile.   Irene made this and gifted me….a kind of long time ago.   Sunny Ray.    I'd been looking at it,  every day for some time.  I can't have a kiln here.  or,  maybe i could.  but i'm not ready for that.   But i look.  and hold it.

 

i want to make some very small figures.   i want them to "wear" cloth.   tiny scraps thereof.   Small.  as small as i can.  That diorama thing.

 

 

Sitting with.    me,   showing what i love.   Stone is quiet.   I don't know how to do this, so,  i just go.   then Listen.   Today:   it takes Time.   Learn to Take the Time.   

 

 

on my knee in Early morning SUN.   can you see?   the figure there?   

i am calling it the Hill Walker.

 

an amorphous Being

 

and as Liz suggested….i will include Hazel's email into the comments of yesterday

"how the first and last photos speak of and to each other ~feather like branch at the top with the bird (raven?)  and how the tree rings and color hold the carnelian and shell's spiral"

a perfect example of how WE ALL are important to EachOther,  matter.   Matter,  so very much.

what to do?   So,  i ask Tree Woman.    HELP!  

she says:   go look in the storage tubs at B.    OK.

 

i don't even know what's there anymore.   the tubs are far up the hill from where i water.  I don't go there.   But i did.  because she said so and lo and behold.   There,  amongst many other things,   are the bead tins.   I'd thought Alyssia had taken them and as i looked,  i remembered the conversation.   That they would stay here.   In case.   In case i needed them.  So…we can look now,  at Stuff that's in there.   Which also brings the question of ……What about Fire?   but i'll think about that later.  Today,  i began looking.    

 

and beyond all hope,   the 

Carnelian