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got these two in the Shop.   Above,  the Magician's Cloth                                                                                                                                      Below,   her Skirt    

 

 

 

looked for the garden tool i thought i might have brought.  Didn't.  But did find these….the copper innards from the old Subaru radiator.    Funny what made its way and what didn't.   

test run of the two drip hoses in the Wall Garden.  Maybe more constant moisture might make a difference this time?    Made 2 batches of Alfalfa pellet Tea for the grapevines tomorrow.   Yesterday same for the Plumcot and Pear trees that Have survived the deer.   So far.  This will be their 3rd year.    Sat and stared at my mail in ballot….how it is done now here in Butte County.   It's been here for a week.  Today i finally opened it.

i am here,   to make the Post for today and phone rings  (or whatever it is,  the sound,  of this cell phone)  and it's a California # i answered and it was a survey.  with a very tired sounding young woman wanting to ask me questions about the upcoming Vote.  As it went along,  and i let it go along because of how tired she sounded,   it became clear that it was information seeking for candidate Mike Bloomberg  who i have paid ZERO attention to  so it became complex,  my answers to her,  too many words i had and she would say,  i understand,  but then give me the possible answers list again and i'd pick one.  Got more vague as it went on.  We got to racial identification and i went on a while that though i am caucasian,  my entire family is not,  and so i do not identify with caucasian  and she said I understand and went on to the next quesion of education and then to income level

and i spent the day,  just Jenny and i,  she bringing the chain saw to work on the downed trees  and that's a whole story there,  that i seem too tired to go near,  but we worked to cut and stack branches so i can burn them in the burn barrels,  which are a whole OTHEr thing i'm too tired to give words to       And at some point,  i remembered Mo's suggestion and gestured with my lips like the Native People do in New Mex to the Daughter Quilt hanging there ….i said it was suggested that i ask her how she might want it finished.   She kept cutting and then said,  laughing,  You never finish anything.   But followed that with

You know what i would Really Like?..She would like a Drawing.   She gestured…maybe 2ft wide x 3 ft long,  or more, she said.  She'd like a DRAWING   of all the things we know on this Hill,   the trees,  plants,  birds,  insects,  reptiles,  mammals,  she wants their life cycles included as in the old Natural History drawings of flora and fauna.   That's what i'd Really Like she said.

My kids are blunt.   They are Honest.   I raised them that way.  So.   Here it is.   She followed up,  a few minutes later with…

That's what i'd Really like.

and there we have it.

we found a lot of Turkey Tail.   There's more to this.  but enough for now.     

I really love her.   And slowly,  so so slowly,  she's letting me.

 

 

in reference to a post from Acey   Sparklinglotusink.typepad.com   Nichobella

The Daughter Cloth.    just after Jude's patchwork Beasts….Cloth Weaving….made of torn strips of very used household cloth,  stained and with holes.   Wove and stitched while standing on a ladder.   It hung on that Beam into the ROOM in New Mex.  That other Life.   I remember vividly the Ecstasy of learning i could weave a World if i needed to.

I stuck it in the Uhaul the day she left N. Mex for the first time..the day of the Intervention  when her dad,  my son (her brother) Alyssia and i pried her,  some of her belongings,  2 dogs and the Goats out of a crazy marriage.   I said i would finish it  Someday.   Someday,  if i ever came to California.    There could be a lot of words here.  But i lost this post once already and i think because i don't need to put all those words here.,  or shouldn't.     But i found it today,  lost in the black hole  of that cabinet in the bathroom.

it's Big.  Too big for this modest clothesline

 

a good stick helped

but not enough….had to fold it over about 18 inches

 

i look at it today…it's Raw in many ways.   I see that i have learned a LOT over the years.   But i look at this….this image of a young Goat  setting out on a long trail,  UP.   This was long before this Hill.   This was the Goats first time in California.  They came back.  And now they came again….and this image has proven True.     Now What?,  i think?   

Surnai Molloy  was raised on an eight mile long island offshore Galway by parents who ran an organic garden and lived as simply as possible,  with a very small income.  Home schooled until the age of 15,  she spent her afternoons going to the sea and walking along the cliffs.  Currently she is a creative writing student at the National University of Ireland,  Galway.     Parabola

 

 

 

how the pieces might find one another and come  together again

Alicia Pearl Ever….the VERY Young Manzanita,   her two Pine Sentinels and a buddha  

i just looked,  after publishing,  clicking to Enlarge,   and how so elegant the Enlarge,  so so perfect and Gentle and beautyFully Elegant the image….i stared and breathed

 

   

there was Wonder of what size?…this.

 

i do this in the morning now.     i just put the tip of the pencil on the paper and make small marks.   There is no thinking involved.   It's a story that i repeat over and over,  a woman walking.   A tree.   no need to think them.   They just occur.  and then the things along the way…just because the pencil was touching the paper there,  and moved some.   Not meant to be anything special,  just what i do in the morning now.   i think in response to  Evolving Sanctuary.   

the tree is growing leaves

 

1970's.    Lake Superior,  Upper Peninsula,  Michigan…..traveling to lower peninsula,  Ann Arbor,   to Oregon,   to Arizona,  back to Michigan,  on to NewMexico,   now….Northern California.   Companion.   Holder of small water,  Everywhere.   Water.  Stone.    

 

digging

 

the Hydrangea….from the first year here,  mother's day for Jenny from Jeff.    Planted.  flourishing, eaten by Goats,  removed and repotted all last year because no one said where to Plant.   Today.   Emrie and i dug the hole.   She is IN.   Surprisingly,  her roots remained modest????   She is Steadfast.   I have no doubt.

 

nothing more exhilarating than these small glowing leaves on the 

POMEGRANATE

that MADE IT….????!!!!!!!    Planted  last fall,  like they said to do…Plant in the fall????,   yes.  And all since,  just sticks  but now these Glorious glowing leaves

and the FIG too….planted then.   Greening buds at the ends of small branches.   How Amazing.

 

what i meant to say,   when i said Children pollinate us,   was that they pollinate our Spirits.   With un contained Curiosity,  with Willingness for Anything to be Anything,  with Joy in Everything,  with a Wide Open Response to Love,  to recognizing Love and moving toward and into it.  They understand Hurt and there is instinct to do no harm.  and on and on.  All the things that human beings are innately capable of.   If we could just watch them,  be in response to all that,   we would also be capable of all things.

and then,  by accident,  i found:   On Being episode 1-23-20  Alison Gopnik   The Evolutionary Power of Children and Teenagers. 

 

 

these two.  It's time for them to move along.   This last one,  down in the lower left…the Magician.  Why i have held on to it for so long.   But  if it is to be,   the Magician will appear again.  Trust.   

i'll take this pic again tomorrow,  in the light of Day.   But i came in tonight and looked for and found this Cloth because it was so much of how it was.

Can you see…in the large central  open space…..the two figures?   I see them so Clearly, because i made them, but maybe  not so much  for anyone else?    There is a larger  figure and then,  a smaller one,  leaning into,  pressing up into…..the way that Emrie runs and presses up,  hugging our legs to her Self….pressing herSelf into us.   She Takes Us IN and simultaneously GIVES herSelf to Us.   The exchange is UnReal…and beyond Fine.

We worked.   AS WE CAN  down at the Wall Garden.    Jenny raked and cleared the periphery of that space,  Alyssis supervised Emrie filling the milk jugs  with water and vinegar,  the hose,   the milk jugs that will be the mini green houses for seed in a week or so.  We were ALL there.   Talkie,  Tay,   Puppy.   The Goats nearby.   Without DIRECT  SPECIFIC words,  we wove how it might be that we can Just Go,   taking in what we have to give,  what boundaries we might need on giving.   I can't find words for what we did.   

Emrie FLEW like a bee, in between Everything.   She is so different this 3rd year,   so capable and  so able to Help Us form who and what we are.     And when we think about Children,   Why Children?,   i watch her today,  FEEL her today.   Children pollinate us.  if we are to continue as a species,  we need them.   Just like the Plant People need bees.   

it was dark by the time we were done.  I almost didn't post anything.   But then…that was just too easy….not to post.  I needed to MARK the day.   

 

looking for more for the brother.   This…from SO LONG AGO….a workshop with Glennis on use of Colorhue.  When was that?  12 years?   I have hardly used any of this….it was a magic trick somehow that i was able to get BLACK and this dark…i remember so little,  but something about combining Eggplant with something else.   He might like this….a piece of it.   

 

came across this.   Would have been the Mexican Elderberry,  New Mexico.  Would love to make a Cloth with this.  Looked at it off and on today as it hung on the cloth wall.   So many stories in it.   But they will need to stay in my imagination.  is 13×32.  Have no wall for such a large Cloth.  

 

will send him this….and he will promise to return…   But i think he will find it interesting and maybe those in his sewing circle might too….they are a Zen Sangha.   This goes back too….somewhere around Jude's 21st Century Rags online workshop.  A treasure and one of the few books i keep  here in this House.

 

 

true Love.    don't know where the one i began from a very worn heavy duty hooded sweatshirt might be or have gone.

 

could look at this everyday,  all day