windthread

 

small.   Rimmed with rocks.  Two sections, small walkway between.   Down on the edge of B,  near the road up,  down in front of where my small box house might have been but didn't.   Was supposed to be the dye garden,  herb garden.  As far as i got was planting the Indigo seeds,  which Grew,  which i've done nothing with.   The madder which will return in the Spring,  it's second year.   3 years till the root can be harvested for dye.   3 tomatoe plants,  in case the Wall Garden failed.  Which is in question now.   Arugula that went to seed almost immediately.  And the Beauty FULL herb plant that begins with a B and that for the life of me i cannot come up with the name now…soon as i tap Publish,  it will come.

oh!  TaDa!!!!!!    Borage!!!!!  and it went to seed and there for sure will be more.

i had cleared these small oval spaces,  ringed them with rocks.  Covered with cardboard and then  the first with Goat Manure,  the second with that compost i bought from the woman in Chico.    I planted the above.  They grew.  I didn't pull any of the Other Things that Grew,  the wild Things.  They remain.  Their forms are incredibly Beauty Full.   i know some of them,  like this wild Amaranth.  But most,  i don't know.  

it's time when i can replant for cooler weather.   A second garden.  Herbs this time.  They will do well.    But first i will sit long with all those that came up and ROSE to the Sky of their own accord.  Thank Them and try to carefully know  who they are.

first pic,  a clearer image

second pic,  more of how the Spirit of the plant is

 

i woke this morning at 3 something.   The darkness was so Good and Deep and Sweet.   There are 2 cellar spiders in this window,  an up in the corner one and a down to the deep right one.  They sometimes fight.   I watch them.   But no one ever WINS.   They are both still there.    It's  nearing time to sweep the webs away.   They will need to begin again.  And they will.

"Joy is the opposite of Fear"       Carlos Santana in a recent interview.   (marti danced with him)

"s'cuse me while i kiss  the sky"   Jimi Hendrix,  a long time ago

how many lives within a yard square of Earth?   

Questioner:  How are we to treat others?

Ramana Maharshi:   There are no others.

 

 

 

this.   so much Looking.  The imprint the plant gave is so Strong.   There are so far the 9 beings,  i thought were beetles but it seems that 2 are snails.  and at least one,  like the being in the post yesterday.  Its slow going.  Not understanding yet what this Cloth wants.

 

down in the low left,   i find the Magician.  I think for the 5th time?  Graphite and a little ink to  bring into view.  Same,  holding the kind of tambourine,  in that it's round but also it is more like a rattle.  Maybe both.  rattle/tambourine.  And this time there is a Circle,  spun out and around

 

and this scrap,  from Jackie.

can you see it?   it is on the stem of the magnifying glass.  Once again,  no more than a pin head.  It was on Alyssia's shorts,  moving along,  making it's way when she noticed it.   We got the magnifying glass and here it is.   It's Self,  looking so much like a crustacean.  a shrimp, maybe.  crayfish.   But stacked on its back,  bits of stuff. and as we watched it,  it added to that stack of stuff as it went.   Its Life.  What was it DOING?   and then we lost track of it .   

That we share this Place with things we might never know even exist….we could never have  imagined  such a being,  but what is its Life?   What part does it play in the Whole of this Place?   Something…..and we might never know.  But we SAW it,  WATCHED it,  loved it for the moments we shared with it.  Love.

I spent long moments tonight with the buck Goats.  I have been distanced from them for a while.  We cannot allow them again to breed this herd.  Ever.  And so,  they have no "use" here.    They are of the age that they can be of use to another herd,  but most  would choose younger bucks. Their "window" has passed.  Buck Goats.   Not much needed.   or wanted.  We have two.  Sunny Ray and Nogal….and Sunny Ray's best friend Jack Flash who is a  wether and best friend ever.  so the conversation goes…in the midst of the construction,  in a few sentences and then nothing,  a few sentences,  and i guess we will figure out  a way to prevent any future breeding events.  There is a thing that is 8 inches wide….forever long strips of it that we can weave into the cattle panel.  It would take two weaves.   Right at penis level.    A long long weaving…their forest yards are BIG.  But 

we somehow love them.  because they are Ours.

how do we love them?,   as it was there,  tonight, they come to be touched.    they  lower their heads to be scratched and caressed.  They love this.  Come for this,  stand for this.  We give love and receive love.   Who gives?  and Who receives?  My hand as i type this,  my right hand gives off the scent of them.  I lift it to my face.  Buck.  Goat.  Love.

 

 

muslin,  rayon scrap,  deb Lacativa thread   $20

before i left for town,  the Post Office and Farmer's Market,  Early,  i sat a while with the Prayers and took Sarah Oh's pinch pot from the altar.  They fit well  in there.    Her lizard watching over them.

 

i'd prepared Joanne's envelope.   Her prayer is dimensional and i didn't want it flattened so i tucked it into a toilet paper tube and managed to contain that in a regular business envelope,  to the return address side so the cancellation of the stamps wouldn't involve it,  i hoped.  I had two bird stamps left.   Chicadee and Woodpecker.  Wrote on it Please Handle With Care.  My favorite postal person already had a customer so i got the newish young man and showed him the envelope,  he poked the toilet paper tube end with his index finger and i said   Carefull!.   What is it he wanted to know and i told him a prayer in a toilet paper tube.  So that set the tone.  He fiddled on his computer to see how best to identify the envelope and did and asked if there was anything else…yes,  some of those Cactus Bloom stamps.  His drawer was Out so he called down to my favorite post person but she was all out too.   Well,  i have Frogs he said….and before i could check myself an EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee! rang out startling everyone including me….FROGS!!!  YES!!!!   I take this as some kind of validation for prayer work.  Frogs.  Can you believe it?   As i was walking out,  i heard the woman next in line say    I'd like Frogs too.  So,  ok.  

 

 

so i don't know why this has such a hold on me.    Prayer for me for so long has been Metta Meditation and still is.  

May you be safe.  May you be healthy,  happy.  May you live with ease.

So when home,  i sat with this one in the palm of my hand….it's a prayer for the Sun to shine gently upon the newly born.  I looked long and then closed my eyes and did Metta for quite a long time.   The prayers themselves are so light they  barely can be felt…really,  only when moving the hand slightly and the edge of the fragment moves on the skin.  At first i just found that felt/sense of  the Metta,  but then after a while,  i saw the image of this prayer in my mind,  and let it tell the story of  the newly born down at the creek,  the tree frogs that have suddenly reappeared in the Wall Garden.  I felt the intense heat of Sun,  how it dries things so quickly.   It's a prayer that things go as well as can be.

 

 

i only made one prayer today.  I spent a lot of time with it.

i saw that there is prayer going on at Spirit Cloth,   at Liz's  Blog.  I thought about the fact that there is prayer going on,  even among those who don't ordinarily pray,  I wonder if this is an indication of how helpless we have come to feel,  that we are inclined to entertain ways we thought had no meaning?

I told Julian today,  after school,  about selling prayers. He wouldn't even look at them.  He doesn't believe in prayer and i told him maybe that was all the more reason he might want to buy one.  (he still has birthday money from last year)  He thought 

 

selling prayers is very questionable.  I pointed out that the Catholic Church has sold prayers forever. Masses.  Prayer Cards,  Candles.  He said…"well,  that's Catholics.  You're not catholic".    He has made me doubt.

 

there are two Cloths in the Shop.  It took forever to de~code the new changes to get them there.  But they are there  

color is not true,  but that's ok right now.   It's being OPEN for the Magic.  The very visible kind and then,  the soft and muted.  Both.  Magic.  They work together to help us Know things.

tonight,  under the water tub for the Doe Goats….two small tree frogs in the moisture there,  so perfect with their markings and selves and so gentle,  how they sat in hand,  being Loved  until put back.   Emrie,  who has so much to say lately,  was silent.

a prayer for sadness that cannot be avoided,  a prayer to continue to SEE the antidote to "unnecessary  grief"….?  What do i mean by that?  Maybe self indulgent grief…Madia speaks to that

I have been thinking,  yesterday,  maybe the day before,  Today.  have been thinking what the difference is,  Here,  on this Hill and There,  the desert of Polvadera New Mexico.    All this might change, as i understand more,   but for this moment,  I think about how that Place in New Mexico….how i created it.   I  did.   How it had been a place of nothing but sand.  And i came there and i brought things and i changed it.   So much,  there was nothing.  No rocks or sticks.  I brought them.   How it had been a seasonal flood plain for the Rio Grande River,  long before i came and then when the Rio Grande was captured and held captive,  it became nothing but sand.  and I changed it.  and the changes brought Response.  But still,  in a certain way were artificial.  Un self sustaining.  

Here,  i am guest on a Place of Planet that has been its Self  since time began here.  Was lived WITH,  in reciprocity,  by First Peoples,  but in reciprocity,  was honored and lived WITH.   Trees here are OLD.  but young too,  i would think,  maybe how many trees have fallen and become Earth over time.  Covering the granite that is underlying everything.  How the trees now,  tho old,  are young.