windthread

it's a Letter.   a Letter,  to Alyssia,  Julian and Emrie.   I asked Deb…,  the Beauty Cloth,  and she says yes,  to the Other Side.

And so it is.

it will go fast now.   Vine grows at least an inch and a half in less than 24 hours.   It will begin branching out.  This is great happiness.   They  sprouted and began in that week plus of temps over 100.   This is indeed,  Heat Tolerant.

a whole third image is missing.   It's a Typepad Night.   But this is ok enough.   i tried hanging this CLOTH between trees,  but they are so uhhhhh,   intermingled in this Forest…for a straight space.  I'll do that later,  is Beauty Full in its way,  but i wanted to see this Cloth like this.   Its Whole Self.   This is Deb Lacativa.   There are no words that can Tell.  Damask.  a Being.  It is Alive.

sitting inside here…at the worktable,  i was transported BACK to all the Art Markets,  Ann Arbor Michigan,  Eugene Oregon,  Sante Fe New Mexico….the Spaces i constructed at those markets for selling my work…then,  the  "dolls" and gourds.  Such another life,  another me.   Here,  today,  an old woman at a Garden on a Hill.   in California,  the Canary of Climate Change.

i read somewhere this week….a "survey"  of white women about their present sense of things in regard to their inclination to Vote….the words that stood out as emblematic were:  they find it        "bothersome.  all this racial unrest".    

Oh,  do you,   i think.  After 400 years,  you find it………bothersome?   Well then.  and ok.   

Emrie brings a bouquet of almost spent geranium blossoms.

this wasn't supposed to be how it is being.   But,  as always,  Cloth has a life of its own.   This can't be an everyday blanket.  There is no way it can be anyThing else.  What to do?

Red shoulder Hawk.   What happened?    I'd commented to Jenny a week or so ago,  how there seemed to be three…how there was so much flight,  circular,  back forth,  so much calling.   We said maybe mating?,  maybe a pair and a fledgling?   And now i wonder….territory?   There is also a full wing,  tail feathers.  I've brought most of them here.   no body,  feet,  head.   I asked Tay to look.  She found nothing more.  I will build a bird with what there is.   

this is Good.

can you see Her?  waiting…very still…upsidedown.  

the day was a blink of the eye.   As was today.   it's nearing dusk.    I wish i believed in god.

She is three this summer.  Winter over Winter over.   There was never a cabbage but it didn't matter,  the leaves were excellent in stir fry.   And then somewhere along the line the aphids settled in permanently.  But that was ok too.   She was what she was,  had a personal life.   i looked down on her today and lo and behold,   how so absolutely BeautyFull her interior is…pure and healthy and Fine.   I felt and there's a small nub in there…maybe marble size.   the beauty of her heart makes all her wear and tear even more  appealing.   I want to draw her…like i used to draw dried flower blooms…iris…following her lines so so slowly, rendering her perfectly and exact.  I won't,  but the feeling of wanting to is Good.  

don't know what's going on here.  The original thought was for square and rectangle shapes…turned edges except for that first central piece,  edge to edge.  traditionally.    Just once in my life.    Pinned scraps just to see how it might go…could go ,  color wise but seeing them like this i don't think that's going to happen. 

About the Fires.   I don't think i'm going to write much here about them anymore.  If we evacuate,  i will tell that.  But otherwise,   it's just how it is.   This is only the beginning of Fire Season.   And i believe the truth is that it's just Climate Change.  We have talked about Climate Change for years,  talked about it as if at some point,  like a certain date,  it would 

begin.

That already happened.  This is it.  This is what it is.  Here,   higher temperatures,  longer  Season..begins sooner,  lasts longer,  atmospheric disturbances i.e. 11,000 lightning strikes in 3 days,  decreased snow pack.   This is it.    The Work now is to learn how to live.   That's enough.   Much of that Work takes place in the Heart.

…………………~………………………  pic of the BeautyFull Cabbage disappeared.  If i can get it back i will.  If not…i'll give up,  bring her around tomorrow  

Got her Back.