windthread

each morning.  Food.  the leaves were glorious for 2 months,  12 inches and Wide,  beauty Full and brilliantly elegant leaves and we harvested them to eat for the beginning of the day,  chopped and stirfried with summer squashes,  choyte,  cilantro, parsley,  other greens, as spinach and broccoli,  cabbage and a LOT of onions,  ginger and garlic.  At first with the shiratake pasta and then,  back to rice as it was reintroduced.   Bragg coconut liquid aminos.  Me,  sesame chili oil.  and then,  the

aphids came

we watched.  the descimation.  slow at first and then with momentum.  I kept giving water anyway  as they dried and became paper like,  those glorious leaves.  Yesterday when i went down to give water i found this.  Alyssia on her way Out had stopped and clipped them.  Laid the leaves gently in front of the strong stems that are still creating green ness.  Other places i have lived,  ….. done.  Enough for this cycle.  Here tho,  we can plant again.  Food again.  We feed ourSelves.

Wa,zzzA

i loved Runes.  Tarot.  and i learned much from the study of these.  The Rune i loved most,  and cast a lot was Consider the Uses of Adversity….i don't remember the Proper name of it….it's been a long time.   But i remember always those words and they have held strong.  Consider the Uses of Adversity. 

now..i read the Earth,  the dirt and pine tracings.  They say the same.  and in the same unequivocal gentle way…Consider The Uses Of Adversity.  

the color, the texture,  the beingness of this Earth here.   

 

at first,  in my mind,  i thought Ponderosa Pine…because it was familiar,  but, looking,  Not.  The Law's Field Guide To The Sierra Nevada,  the key words:  sparce, multi branched crowns.  Large, heavy cones with savage spines.  savage.  give away.  Foothll or Gray Pine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

do i call them spines?…they are like petals of a kind.    Individually pulled loose and off and wrapped in the cotton cloth,  set in a jar of water a week or so.   Color of Earth.   Fugitive?  i don't know.  i googled some but came up with nothing.  But Pine.  I am guessing strong Tannin.   Only can wash and hang on cloth line in Sun.

I read it.  sometimes only a paragraph.  Sometimes a few paragraphs at a time.    I do this because he,  a scientist,  a winner of the Nobel Prize,  a physicist,  He and i have the same question.  

"Our question is a most natural one, in the context of spiritual cosmology.  If an energetic and powerful Creator made the world, it could be that what moved Him–or  Her,  or Them,  or It  — to create was precisely an impulse to make something beautiful."

 

 

 

i needed some string to tie up a ball of cloth for the oak gall pot.  All my string is over and down the road at the Storage Place.

i thought to look in that shallow basket that accidentally was brought here with those few baskets of cloth,  the shallow basket that has needles and old reading glasses  and i thought just maybe there might be a thick thread so i got to it and looked and

yes,  there was just  a short,  but long enough piece

but also,  folded carefully in the bottom was what?,  i pulled it out and unfolded and oh,   eeeee.   From i guess 7 years ago?  or so?  From close to the beginning of Jude's workshops,  Jude Hill,  Spirit Cloth,  from the beginning for me,   8 years?  And this was something i wanted to make for Wendy Golden Levitt,  for her to wear when she was with her children,  I had just come to know her too,  come to know her children and i wanted to make her this "prayer shawl"  but i didn't know how to go from here and as i looked at it today i realized how much i have learned from Jude,  how much confidence i have now in What Ifing,  in Just Going and i am so so energized to continue with it.

Wendy looks here.  So…Wendy,  just forget what you are seeing.  

and i almost forgot,  how interesting….

i did what i have been afraid to do.   This Hill is steep.  I have old vehicles.   I have been walking up groceries,  ice for the refrigerater,  dog food etc   when alyssia isn't coming.  when she is,  i unload it at the bottom of the Hill,  at the gate,  and she loads into her SUV.  If she is not coming,  i walk it up.  Using Emrie's stroller.  It would be a good UTube movie.  Old woman with wine cantalope and dog food going UP HILL in stroller.   The Honda car has some kind of rear wheel issue.  it's a 1986.  I need it to last as long as i do.  Am not pushing it.  Sunny,  the Toyota truck,  1983 however has no issues.  But i have been afraid.   You have to Just Go and not stop.  Go.  I have been afraid.  have chosen to walk.  or depend on Alyssia.  It's been put off.  How i am.  But today was the day.  OK.   and we did it,  Sunny and i and it was really no big deal.   Done.  And now will be just how it is.  And i look at this.  How i am with fear.  That it's fear until i face it and then,  it's no longer fear.  Pretty easy.

 

 

 

feeling.  There is some kind of shift this morning…season.  It's turning.  and i will be here,  in this Place of such extraordinary Beauty.  Where Life vibrates at such a High Frequency.  Feelin a little crazy with it.

This human being has learned to walk.  She walks up and down a hill.  She walks among Goats.  Eats fruit off the bush.  She is often covered in dirt from the Earth.   In this snapshot of her yesterday…taken for no reason,  later, looking at it when she is gone i am struck by this face….that in it is the Whole of some Soul that chose this incarnation, a face that could be any age,  One or 30 or 50,  but she is One and is being weaned from her mother's breast which is causing  her Great grief.

I post this early so i can come back and look again throughout this day.  Now i need to Give Water to the little personal garden at B,  bury the mole,  walk with the Goats.  Watch the Sun's light spill over the Hill.   This Earth.  This human life.  oh,  eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

 

whether it is of the Plant People,  or of mammals,  or of reptile,  or of of of of….the Beings.   There are so many specific and very singular qualities that have evolved for such singular and specific and elegant reason.  I want to know more of this and to be so  Stunned by it all that i fall to my knees and it is the only thing that can come from my mouth….the brilliance of it,  the Magic,  the THING of it that has occured on this Planet over so long a time…to celebrate.  To give Love.  To want everyone to SEE.  To KNOW.  

to CARE.

to LOVE.  

this morning as i woke and read here,  in different parts of this world,  things.  Things that women are thinking.  Looking at.  It seemed that it was heightened.  intensified.  from so many directions,  I felt a PULSE in the thread that has been woven over time .   And as i was feeling that,  there was a flurry to the left,  out the Morning Window.  Puppy had "something".  Large.  Going out,  i saw this Being.  still alive.  and came back in to get a cloth to gather it with,  a Deb Lacativa cloth of soft sky and i did that,  without thinking.  Just in response and i thought about it later and thought maybe i should have NOT,  should have left things to a more efficient suddenness….???   Hir nostrils still flexed.  There were "surgical" punctures to hir head and then the back of the body,  torn.  Blood.   But not dead.  I think now i should have left Puppy to her work.  But i didn't.  And i was able to see this Being,  so so specialized for it's work….those hands.  Those amazing hands.  Mole.  The word mole is soft to my mouth when i say it.  Same as the softness of it's fur to my fingertip.  Mole.   I have never seen a mole,  in person,  before.  Mole.    How so many Beings must live here and i might never see them.

 

 

 

because i have not put a pic here,  doesn't mean this Cloth has not been in hand.  Kantha  back and forth on both sides,  East West.  Back forth.  Now almost enough,  almost right,  the bottom being left open,  like the tibetan flag,  open on one side so anything can  go/come  in or out.  Tomorrow will probably bring the finish of the stitches that Hold.  And the Interior can begin.  So many flashes of image about that. Crows fly.  Overhead.  Speaking.

this is my best hot weather life shirt…..work shirt.    Cotton/Linen.   the exact right combination thereof.  Trying to catch Cinderella it got ripped the second time.   Same piece of fencing caught it and the L shape rip.  Once.  Twice, bigger.  Trying to catch a Free  Goat.

 

 

mend.   ???   but there is this piece of cloth,  ok.   As Is.

 

 

a not good example of Integrated Applicae.    How do you spell that?  applicay?    Whatever.  Integrated,  JUDE HILL.  meaning the stitches begin sometimes and end sometimes beyond the piece that is added.  Here,  causing puckering but if i hold it to the light,  there are many small points of light.  Because the cloth of the shirt is so open/old woven.  I like it a lot.

it began Friday and then all through the weekend,  into Monday.  Finding a way to secure alfalfa feed that is needed for the buck Goats.  Secure it from ravage of the doe Goats who are

Free.

we do what is needed.  There is such urge to go forward,  move on.  But we do what is needed.  Often repeating.  FENCE issues.

last eve,  it seemed it was done for the moment,  details are too much to put here,  but it seemed ok.  And i went down to feed Talkie the Chicken,  to feed the buck Goats and i opened Talkie's gate and BAM!  GOATS  coming in/through….into Talkie's Yard which is small where Alyssia had set a feed bowl of alfalfa on top of a new trash can that holds a 50 lb bag of sweet feed that we hope will help Cinderella.   IN!!!!!!!!!!!,  like IN in NEON

my greatest worry was Talkie's nest….not getting squashed 

i ran up and turned on the hose,  ran back and grabbed it on the way and putting my thumb over the flow,  sprayed them OUT.  and we got it over with.  No squashed nest.  Buck Goats fed.    This morning i went back out to clear the way of stuff,  in case.  But there has been no In Case today.  All is well.  The Free Goats were just nicely Free.  Listening when i called Come Come.  Coming and browsing,  clearing food for a Fire.  Give and Take.  However it goes.