The Utility Company, Pacific Gas and Electric has cut electric service to this entire area , including the city of Oroville.
PLEASE DO NOT SEND MONEY FOR THE HAREM CLOTH.
Wait until you receive word that it is in the mail.
I will need to conserve battery power for the cell phone so maybe won't be posting for a while.
Love and Love , Later…….
Jude's most recent post for the Online Class.
PERFECT words. "you want to see it a certain way and you keep at it." This is what's happening here. I am keeping at it. There is a MOMENT in my mind, in my Felt Sense of a real moment at the creek….
it's important to me that i try to capture the essence of that. However i can, IF i can. The pleasure of that effort today has been just great and so so satisfying. Many different cloth fragments. This one in the moment. Maybe, Maybe not. But it's the keeping at it that is important and where the pleasure and satisfaction lives.
the US postage for one yard is 3.78. 2 yards 4.53.
one or two yards to Canada 10.50
one or two yards to UK 14.25
ok.
waiting for word from women in those countries. Otherwise, ready to respond directly in Emails.
and i spend much of the day with Tazmeena. She doesn't want to drink water. I think about my feelings. I watch her and think that sometime in the not too distant future, people will need to be watching me. I will not want to drink. It's how it goes. I am well versed in that. I think of how i wish people to feel who might be around me then and i practice that with Tazmeena….practice for myself. Practice.
TenZen is still going. Half the time he falls over and is stuck fallen over. But you Right him and wait a few minutes and he can stand and eat and even walk some. Not far but some. His appetite is good. His pleasure of Sunlight is good.
Maybe Tazmeena will recover some. Maybe it's like a stroke and in some time, will repair. No way to know. So, i sit with her. Pet her. Think about the good life we have had for 20 some years. Be glad for that. and be soft with the Now.
this is a piece of my own that i used to take to the Post Office to determine cost of mailing. When i was still working, i bought some yards from Dharma Trading. I have some left. Maybe enough to last me. Maybe not.
this bolt, the 30 yards ,was a Windfall from the Universe. With the intention of offering it to those who had not used it before. To give them that possibility and also let them know what kind of cloth exactly to look for at the resale shops…the weight and delicacy of it. But the strength.
the response today far exceeded the number of yards. I will go through the emails in the morning and answer.
I wish i had many more yards. The most was agreed to be 2 yards per person. And so it goes.
my great Thanks and Love to all who responded and i will mail back tomorrow. This eve is doula work. Now it's the old cat.
Love to all Cloth Women, far and wide……
pieces. for the bank where the Lizard is.
this is one more try for this post tonight. Typepad is having issues. Once more. and if it doesn't Go, then i go OUT and walk. Just Being.
the above, a 30 yd bolt of Harem Cloth from Dharma Trading some years ago. 60 inches wide. $5 per yard. I tried to put it in the SHOP on the sidebar but, not happening. Will try again in the morning. Jude will note it as available on her page.
My hope is that those who have no experience with it might have some and understand it's magic in Merging layers. So even if it's not available anymore, they might know what to look for as they go.
I look at Judy Martin's Judy's Journal.blogspot.com. She shows me the work of Nadia Myre, a woman of mixed Algonquin and French Canadian heritage.
heritage.
a collapsed basket. "Nadia Myre's deep respect or and committment to the act of making things by hand is evident as she explores the politics o identity and belonging through poetic, feminist backdrops of craft, care and resilience."
identity
belonging
heritage
Emrie and i spend the day.
i am learning the way of the death doula. Simply because of living among the living. Some of whom become dead. so far, 4 human beings, 5 dogs, 3 Goats, 4, .
we hear Goat voices, one might be of TenZen. We listen but just listen for a while, but then feel the need to go and look. No…he is ok. Lying upright at his gate but the comotion of us going down there, the noise of the whole herd wanting feed causes him to try to stand. He can't and falls. His legs move in the air. To no avail. He cannot right himself. I tell Emrie in a stern voice not much used , to Stay There! at the outside of his gate. She does and watches. I am surprised that she senses the situation. She does. I move the gate slowly against his head enough to squeeze through and then latch it with the bungie cord, move around and lift him to standing and straddle him some long moments until he gets his bearings. We continue to Feed. Her carrying small handfulls.
She plays in pots of water. I wash underwear by hand in the sink and hang it from the Morning Tree to dry, the same tree that serves to stage the small concert of the song bird. We listen and sing back the best we can in it's own language
we sorted through scraps. She likes to smell them. and then lift them to my nose. ?????
heritage.
identity
belonging
i have none. for my Self that i can call on. Other than what i know of the creek and earth from my 5th year on.
the day was About TenZen. some small tasks. A good nap, in case.
it's Hot already. Working in the Wall Garden. Planting Kale, 3 kinds. Red Russian, Nero Toscana and Dwarf Blue Curled.
Spinach, baby greens. The beets are UP. Everything weathered the Hail Storm well enough. Nothing died. I climbed on the picnic table and afixed the canopy to the frame. The shade gave me an additional hour plus to work there. Do some. Rest some.
2 days of growing. Sno Peas with actual peas in the pods. But still. Chewing works. The vines are beginning now to move toward Enough. The heat will cause pause. Today tho, two households worth and more. The Goats like them. And Tay.
over at Jude's online Teaching, there is conversation about Copy~ing. I had a lot of thoughts about it a day or so ago but now they have dwindled and faded away. But here, a small, like 3×4 little weaving. From her online class of Weaving. It was an example she gave. I went crazy with love about it. I TRIED to replicate it. I had enough strips of cloth so similar and even one strip that was FROM her. wove them. Nope. I wove them again. Nope and i wove them again. There is nothing really singular and amazng about these thin strips of cloth and a slight stitching of aqua thread….plain. Simple. But i COULD NOT REPLICATE IT AT ALL. NOT EVEN A REASONABLE FACSMILE.
NOT.
I TRIED to copy it. I couldn't. No where near. So….what's the deal? , with copying? You can't. Something in the hand of the Maker does not allow copy. Holds the oneness, the singleness.
i must have whined because she sent me this small weave. I hold it in my hand today. and love it like i did then. It's been an altar cloth in New Mex. Here, has waited in a box of things. It's out now.
and this morning, i looked at Her. There's a chill in the air of pre dawn. She must have slept there, on the bank of the creek and is sitting again. I covered her with Jude's little weave.
maybe i am overly attached to FEELIngs. I think this is true. I love all kinds of feelings, even hard ones.
so i'll keep questioning self a while more, while, in the meantime, just keep doing it. Why not.
i like this being a lot. How she has dressed herself in Garden. and gone to sit by the creek. She daydreams, is lost in thought, and also No Thought. The sound of the water flowing over the stones. The heat of the day. the scent of the yellow flower bushes. Dragonflies. just to her left, that chrysalis hangs, so perfectly attached to the round rib of the culvert, things happening inside, out of sight. It's the moment before the Lizard.
i came up from the creek with this image in my head. Wanting to make it. I want to make it with scraps and botanical mark and drawn line. I keep trying to work that way because it is able to say the most for me of what i experience. I don't know how to do it. I don't know anywhere that someone is working this way? Do you?
is it possible to get it to translate in a cohesive image?
sitting there, on the bank of the creek, lost in thought, i looked up to meet the eyes of a large lizard. Not this large, of course, but its Presence WAS this large. We engaged each other as equals. For a long time.
