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in congruent.  Over these last days,  the incongruency was at issue.   The original,  so quiet Cloth,  and the addition of the "other".    There was a tendency last eve to remove all the fragments,  to attempt to re~do with just thread,  making things less edgy.   But, in the end,  two scraps were taken off,  i'm not sure why,  these,  but they pulled the "story" too hard and beyond what was needed here.  

i thought about that story about the Invading Ships and the Indigenous peoples on the shore,  how the indigenous peoples did not SEE the large ships upon their horizon of the sea.  Just did not see them.  They did not see them until after those ships dispatched their small boats and came upon land to conquer.  The story goes,  they didn't see them because nothing in their history had given context for such.  and so they were invisible to their minds.

i think there are Things invisible to our minds because we have no known context.  This does not negate the reality that Things exist and are active.  There is way more to Know than we "know" right now.   Curiosity,  Wonder,  Openness,  Willingness can help us SEE things or feelSee them,  Things that present  humanity, this western world,  has not seen before,  seen before meaning has not  imagined.  Has not created context for.   These things remain,  in our distant and not so distant past,  here,  in America, 2018.  There are Peoples who remember things.  

 

 

all the Energy beings are in place.  That rectangle…the ambivalence…but it's some kind of code for the rest.  Battery is out of power.  so…tomorrow.

Equinox

 

 

 

 

if you can get two,  get a 2B and a 6B graphite pencil.  like cheap.  Dick Blick.  if there isn't a store nearby.  2 pencils.  paper.

a paper bag from the grocery is good,  the texture,  the color….or any thing.  Printer paper works.  I've drawn on paper towel,  toilet paper, even.

if you have the 6 B,  you can push your finger into the drawn line and soften it,  smear it.  it becomes organic,  organic being alive.  Real.  Not a line,  but a livingness.  

I think today i am loving drawing more than i ever have,  and i have loved drawing.  Like LOVED drawing.  I have said drawing is better than sex and it is.  Way better.

established in 1981 by unanimous  resolution of the United Nations.   This year, celebrating the 70th Anniversary of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.  "The Right of Peace".

When there is peace on your road,  you can grow a garden.  You can plant the seeds.  Give water,  day unto day because you are Safe.  You can give water for enough days till the Plant People begin to give back.  You take some,  for your food.  You leave some for their seed and the completion of their circle of seasons.  

 

 

if not more,  like, Goats,  or what Ever,  you can have a Chicken who will wander your world and give you one perfect egg a day.  

If you are Very Lucky,  you can plant trees for fruit and nuts and for bees which might then give you honey.

Sun will rise.  Set.  Moon will rise.  Set.  You will Live.   It doesn't take much.  It is very simple if you don't need more.  if you don't need more,  it is enough.  Maybe even sometimes, enough to share.  if there is Peace on your road.

 

the days of Kantha,  then days of the black and white thread beads.   Anticipating.  What might it look like??????? 

 

 

startling at first.  

i'd gotten the 3 baskets of Very Small scraps out,  poured them on to the little couch bed and just fingered through,  having nothing really in mind,  other than that Felt Sense,  which is just Feeling.   Just a Sense.   Pinned some.  Ones seen here and then later, more.   I had to go off,  down to the Lakeside Market for ice and when i got back,  came in and looked to the left,  i was startled again.

But this is how it is for me.   How it always has been…since my childhood in the woods down by the creek.  How  Woods and Forests and Deserts ARE….so many Energy Spirits moving,  flickering,  flitting about,  only visible to that inner FeltSense,  but in that way,  so visible and very real.

they will be stitched down with Deb Lacativa's magic threads…maybe some with Jude Hill's integrated applique.  

having changed…Giving Water in the morning,  from Giving Water in the evening.   At first,  there was a gap.  But now,  everything is OK again.   They are Ready.  

Evenings now come fast.   The world here is cooler,  even,  cold~ish.  The water from the hose,  cold~ish.  That water on my feet,  cold~ish.  So….Mornings,  when Sun has arisen and warmed the world.  The water.  my feet.  Them,  my Friends.  Warm.  

all this in this time span before Rain,  when this world will take on its Own.  so,  for now.

they are not afraid,  or even Shy.   Put your hand out,  they are there,  as knowing you are part of it all,  there,  as just

something along the way to something else where they will jump to.

Orphan Wisdom 2018 Nights of Grief and Mystery Tour.   Stephen Jenkinson and Gregory Hoskins.  Go look.  orphanwisdom.com

"the doors are pried open at night's end,  and still many linger and can't leave or won't and there is something like Victory in the air,  and a weary, luminous midnight  rumour  that, people,  heretofore unknown to each other, can still join for the sake of the young among them and for the world entrusted to them, and that the Mercies count as Kin,  and that wonder is the currency of the Gods"

this might be too blurry.  Can't tell till i click Publish and then go look…

but it's the Basil that we are letting continue through the Whole Cycle of Being.  The Bees.  Their saddle bags,  so FULL of YELLOW,  so gloriously buzzing,  them,  so many and just the thought of Them, and their Basil is such Joy

 

 

they come down with me in the Morning…i go in…to the Wall Garden space of  A….they go on,  behind the back  of A fence,  one by one,  a trotting line of them then fan out to all that dry Meadow grass that we so need Gone…they browse and  Help us.

Talkie below…don't know why there's so much space here,  but anyway,  Talkie…who is interested in stitching.  While i am out there…she comes and pulls the threads,  notices the marks and has Interest.  Maybe for her next life?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Red Aztec Spinach   ….   Huazontle

a relative of Lambs Quarters and Quinoa.    At this time,  the leaves are almost not significant,  but are so much exactly like Lambs Quarters.    Over 5ft tall but now bending with the weight of the bloom,  which is time to harvest.  We've eaten the leaves all along in the Morning Leaf Food but this is New and exciting.  A way it is commonly made in Mexico is to steam the blossom stems,  leaving a short bit of the stem stalk to hold.   Then stuff the blossoms with Oaxaca cheese,  squash it in and together with hands so it holds together,  dip through batter and fry.

 

 

cauliflower.  TWO are now Forming.  A woman at the Farmer's Market advised.  Be patient.  Wait.  Just when you lose hope,  they appear.

the thick leaves…that we have eaten all along in morning stir fry,  the central thick leaves Cup over.  It's happening.

The Visit is over.   Learning the granddaughter was tender and excellent.  My son,  her father,  a mix of so many things,  but i could Find Him,  in there,  the boy i know.   The X,  the father of my children,  who he is and he didn't come here,  said he had seen it last year,  no need.   So it goes. 

in the days,  i read Walking Each Other HOME,  Ram Dass and Mirabai Bush.  it was like sitting in a room with them,  considering Loving and considering dying.    And it came at  just the right time.  I see clearer what Work i need to do.  

the days here are extraordinary.  70's,  bright and loving Sun.  

I watch…the other Places and send love,  send Metta to the east coast.