windthread

just like this…..there were both butterflies and Birds….so many Birds,  the elegant slate blue with cream and amber breasts.  I know now this is a migratory corridor.  I would not have been at all surprised if one lit on my head.    This Cloth is in the Shop.

in the forest,  afternoon,  Wind picked up.   This is how it felt.  I will put the Trees that danced.  

they say 800,000 customers had no power today.  As a precaution,  Pacific Gas and Electric turned it off.    Maybe it's like with Goats,  it takes 3 times?   Lakeside,  the local grocery/gas station was closed.  The Dollar Store open but with a cash only sign and the clerk led customers through the dark  isles with a hand held flashlight.  I got garbage bags and AAA batteries.  Last time people were annoyed.  This time,  there was an air of resignation.    Alyssia's electric in town is off.  So,  i'll watch how it goes and if it seems it might be a few days,  i'll need to conserve battery for emergency phone use.  So,  don't worry.  Stuff's ok.  Birds are traveling,  trees dance.

how many years has it been?   I did the math.   The first  Garden was one tomato plant and a maybe 3×6 strip of zinnias.  I was 21.  Out the back door of the apartment.  Since then,  almost every year.  and at the end,  or here,  what might seem to be the end of the Growing Season….those words.  Always dreaming the next time.   What i learned.  What to do better.

who would have guessed that the Indigo is finally blooming???????   It was planted indoors in peat pots in February.  NEXT TIME i have to figure out a different way….maybe by then there will be a different window which would mean more (enough) light.  Or,  who knows,  maybe electricity?????  …..how novel…..and a Grow Light.    OR maybe Next Time there will be a small GreenHouse?   But for sure,  Next Time i'll do better.   And i will Believe in the Plant.  The Indigo transplants had such a hard time taking hold.  So spindly.  So many times looking like they wouldn't make it.  They are not lush.  Many of the leaves are tipped with dry and brown,  the leaves there are,  but still.  Some leaves are strong and deep green and Lo and Behold,  there are Blossoms.   FLOWERS.  There are FLOWERS!   7 or 8 months after they germinated,  there are FLOWERS.    So i know now.  Believe in the Plant.  If there is any green at all,  Believe.    Talk even,   Ask.  Know.  Tell.  and most,  Love.  Give Love.

Acey is beginning again….blog.   WE  have the opportunity to begin with her.   This is such a Gift.  I am amazed at the synchronicity.  I am deeply Grateful.   I am very HAPPY!   I am a Joyous Warrior! of Gaia,  one of so many of all Her Sentient Beings and i am SO,   SO   READY to LEARN.

i HOPE you Be There,  with me.   We Need This.  This needs Us.  

Thank you,  Acey

there is rarely a WhOLE day to Devote to one thing,  one activity,  one focus of the intention to Do.   Days are fragmented for the most part.  Some of this,  Some of that.   Maybe my whole life will be that way?  

In between so many things,  i am continuing to be Ready for the next evacuation.  It morphs,  what i have ready.   Last time,  nothing at all.   Since then,  a lot of thought and heart given to it and there's more.  I re~did the cloth baskets,  the Nomad baskets.   Took things out of the Pretty Baskets that Alyssia had given me and put stuff back in the Nomad Baskets.  They travel well that way.   The pretty baskets are fragile.   So,  here they are,  two of them in the back room.   There's two,  really 3 in the living space.   In this back room,  these baskets i seem to have  a need to go through…i found this true when working on Michelle's Prayer.   rummaging through.  And even so so little was used,  it served to re~acquaint me with what i have.  Re~know it all.   I like this a lot.   And when i was down at the Wall Garden today i brought up some of the garbage bags i'd taken down there and they are now looped through the handles of the baskets.   If we get the WORD…evacuate….i would put the Nomad Baskets in the  garbage bags,  tie those tight and take them to the bed of the Toyota Truck.  Ready.

when looking for what i wanted for Michelle's Prayer,  i also found this shirt cloth,  with the flower image.   At first i'd not included it in the TAKE,  but now i have.   It's very much take.  Things change.

the days are continuing,  not so hot.    Cold, even,  in the mornings.  Jenny and Alyssia built a permanent roof on the Doe Goat Shelter  today.  No more tarps there.  No more disintegrated tarps for the land fill.   A permanent roof.  It's Good.  Next will be for Sunny Ray and Jack Flash.

Tomorrow morning before first light i will make a Meatloaf.   Baked Potatoes.

Tomorrow afternoon,  Emrie will come.   Then Julian.

it's a WEAVE.   a Tapestry.  And it's BEAUTY FULL and it also makes me want to cry,  the kind of Cry No Cry that i do.

it seemed to have been Gone.  No trace.   But with just a few,  some ,   drops of Rain,   it begins.   Just so few drops of Sky Water.  and the whole Other World begins to Be.   How long has this happened?   Hundreds,  thousands of years?  

this is my third year here.   Three years.  so little   

i'd thought it would be very soft and Peace Full.    quiet.   But…not.   as it went,   what was   "called",  it is uhhhhh,  well,  very Active.   Color here is not true.  The red in the middle is Very Red

i didn't think i had the energy for this,  but it seems i have .     …some….

Alyssia returned to the Permitting Office today.  She's been many times before over almost 3 years….but today asked SO many questions and i guess in the right progression,   (maybe she just wore them out)   they agreed to  issue the first permit  here as for Agricultural Land.  Agricultural endeavor.   This,  a gift of the Goats.   They are a registered Dairy Herd.   And so.   Agricultural  v.s.  residential  is a difference of thousands of dollars.    We are,  Rural.  so….Rural and Agricultural.  THE combination.  It will go from there as times goes,  they DO come to inspect.  But to begin,  it's good.   Nothing was in writing,  so we'll see.  But in this moment,  it is Good.   I walk the Hill with this.  Telling.  Asking  as the Sun settles slowly for this day.

my bed.

no war outside.   no unrest.   quiet.  Peace FULL., just before Light.   I wake.  The  sheets,  the pillow case,  the quilts.    I am so grateful for my bed.

only this many walnuts.  In the past,  i would steep them on the wood stove.  Sometimes even steep them OutSide.   I am afraid to make fire outside here.  So….inside.  On this little stove.   Bring to a boil and turn down,  simmer as long as it is.  Turn off for the day and then maybe,  again.   I look at the old cast iron pot,  so worn and odd in it's many years…before me,  many.   My own time with it.  

the lid.   i could look at the lid all day.  This image.   All day.  Could look and never tire of it.  All day and maybe even more

i think.   How can i make a fire pit.  Outside.   ????   Can I?   or not?     I think i can but need to go deeply into the How.

I accidentally trip the side bar,  Sam Baker,  Mercy.  and realizing,  close my eyes and float in the above,  float in how it is,  Now,  Here.  

these are the four Cloths i will work with over the next months.   How amazing,  yes?,  that the Plant Spirit Cloth is the exact size to work with the one of Joy…??????   Until i put it there,  i had no idea

Sometimes they will be on the  Wall together.   Sometimes the work will take place with them  in my hands.  Sometimes I will take them OutSide,  and place them.  Looking from a distance.   Sometimes together,  sometimes just one.

Each holds many thoughts that occurred  in their making ,  questions and understandings.  They will help me find a "good way" i can walk in this coming "season".    Because i'd like to walk differently and the Plant Spirit Cloth is saying  i can.    She will help.