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they have changed position.  the woman on the left.  Earth Spirit on the right.   ????????

what i was wanting to say yesterday,  using the word groping and then groping Everywhere….

i am making Self wide open for this….reminding self over and over that i need to be wide open to it to be able to see that the threads,  the SIGNS are everywhere.  An example is the pic that the NYT chose to print yesterday of the President of America and his wife standing with the President and First Lady of Norway….this,  a SIGN.  At first i just saw the figure of Melania Trump.  Stiff.  I tried to enlarge it to see more closely her facial expression,  but couldn't quite.  and i realized i was seeing something else too.  so i just stared at the pic….the posture of all 4 persons individually,  and then together at some important moment in the world playing out.   Just before seeing this,  i'd talked to daughter about how her son,  my grandson,  has really become a Butterfly in the last year and how chances of that happening 2 years ago seemed almost totally out of reach 

and then this pic in the morning news,  looking closely,  long,  i saw that the woman of Norway was wearing a dress of butterfly print,  how she was animated and leaning into.   and then i saw that there was a butterfly on the woman of America's Belt Buckle as she stood,  stiff.  frozen looking.

Signs….one after the other  and this is just a single example of how those Signs are offering up if i can catch them,  if i am open to them,  Signs to Hold me,  to keep me moving toward the LIFE that is wanting to survive and thrive in these dark days for the world,  dark days led by the President of this America,  dark days that we cannot go numb to.

and then the walking with the 3 other female beings of this Hill,  the little one,  not being able to get enough of the wild berries that line that road in profusion,  her face purplered from their juice,  her mother's fingers.   and going INTO the water and the wonder FULL woman coming up, pedaling,  not shy,  making me think that this is something she does often.  How she presented herSelf by just doing what she'd turned in to do…cool off by kneeling and gathering water in her hat,  leaning down,  pouring it slowly over her head,  smoothing back her hair from her face,  leaning down again and then again,  pouring water that ran down on her shoulders.  A woman  i think i'd like to know…that being a Sign too,  of the kind of person i would like to know…be friends with.   another kind of ecotone…a Free woman and the woman who walks with her root threads trailing along from her feet…touching edges for just moments 

and we saw a tree that was particularly decorated with Oak Galls and i took one to bring back,  cutting into it and seeing how the wasps had tunneled out when they were ready,  something lit in my brain about oak galls and i googled on this beloved machine here and yes, sure enough i was remembering right…great dye makers,  oak galls.  Sign.

there is another Sign….a truly amazing one,  Next.  about what happened with the stalk of  Red Aztec Spinach,  but that has its own pic.  So, later.

addendum:  and one more Sign….all coming withing moments,  The BEAUTY FULL butterfly that Deb G stitched…how she looked,  and captured the Spirit of it so Care Full y on her patch 

I   am groping.  Everywhere  i can.  Groping isn't really the word…it's too clumsey,  because what i am doing is not clumsey at all,  but  so CARE  full.   I am though,  going everywhere,  looking for threads   to tie in to what i have here.   Threads  that give substance.   

we walked Carefree Lane  and ate wild raspberries,  ate some,  a little,   of what we think is a wild plum.   Jenny  and I   went INTO the canal/creek.  Up to our waists, the water flowing and 3  trout.  A woman came.  Up on a bicycle,  Bags attached.  She was just there,  behind me.  And she said…did i startle you?,  i said no…i thought you were them,  with the stroller.  No,,she said,,,,not strolling,  but i am a wanderer and she bent at the culvert thing and filled her hat with water 3 times,  dumping it on her head.  She is my age,i think.  Free.  Her bike.  Stuff in bags.  

on 7~11  Beth commented  Sending me to  the book The Fifth Sacred Thing.  Starhawk….   Saying:  "i know you don't read a lot of fiction"

and i followed her thread from there to a UTube  Permaculture and the Sacred:  A conversation with Starhawk  where i came to the word i'd been searching for for months now…..ecotones…..such a simple word…but i couldn't connect the thread but now,  through all this i have…Ecotones:  where things meet.   a region of transition between two biological communities,  ie forest and grasslands

and i went again to the Oroville Saturday Market and i talked to the young man who is so enthusiastic and knowledgeable and ENTHUSIASTIC in a soft and loving way,  and i got 2 milkweed plants for the Monarch Butterflies and a Yarrow  and in the conversation i found that it is $100 for a 2 hour consultation.  And i gave my phone # and email address and it was said that they would contact to come this next week,  Wednesday or Thursday .  A Walk Through and general consultation….I am BEYOND  happy about this.    And it is right at the point where we are going to let the Goats …..Run Loose.  Perfect Timing

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What if suddenly,  she had language?  Or,  the sudden ability to understand what i am saying?  What would  i want to Tell her?   What would i want her to hear?  What CARE would i take to tell it well?

Deb G,  beecreative.typepad.com has kept mending,  as she said she would.

Deb Lacativa,  morewgalo.blogspot.com is looking at thread, wondering.

Joanne,  Wednesday's Child,    jsuley.blogspot.com  finally got her green beans planted.

Michelle,  Mscomfortzone.blogspot.com  went on one her walks.  As she does.  She gave me a photograph of human beings,  watching and listening.  I looked and it occurred to me to see what it felt like to be Inside each of the 11 people in the foreground of the crowd.  I  closed my eyes and did that.  Went "into" them and just looked out from that inside.  I don't have words for what that felt like,  but it was good.  There was a gentleness to it.  and then she put some words that were from a letter she said she had written to me some time back.

"Your karma is the flowering of impressions  from the past,   the memory of which exists encoded in the neurons of your nervous system.  When triggered  each appearance of it presents an opportunity for deeper understanding and the possibility of escaping further suffering by being conscious enough to make a choice of how you can act, rather than simply reacting  in the usual way."

at that Market….we are squatting,  looking at all the plants offered,  and Alyssia,  who has the Best Eye,  said LOOK!  And there,  right before our eyes,  this butterfly,  still wet from the chrysalis attached to the leaf.    This is the Market for the Soul.  That Permaculture person that i mentioned way back when i first got here in December….a big presence at this Market with many many plants,  some vegetables,  but this particular day,  the first day of their Food Cart with a varying menu of locally grown.  Samples today of Wraps and Salsa.   I am in heaven.  It's a small market but a variety….some crafts,  an excellent young couple with herbal remedies,  baked goods.  Eggs.   Incense.   

Perfect.

we choose two Moringa treelings from a young woman.   A Tree Collard from the permaculture people.  Next Saturday seems very far away.

It seems impossible  to keep focused on one thing.  Things come up.  This weekend it's working out the plan for the dogs.  Almost always there are extraneous people living at Alyssia's place in Chico,  so someone home with her dog.  Now no one so dog must come.  She barks.   We work to close off the corridor between the Doe forest and the Original two buck forests.  It's about 6 ft wide and very long.  There will be a gate at both ends.  For now,  it will serve to get Tay and Zoey accustomed to each other but as it went along,  we talked about how it would be a great place for milking doe Goats,  for  keeping kidding Does .  So multipurpose in the long run.  And as it went,  there was a decision made to Just Go and breed two or three.   Why not.  and then,  Jenny, who is a very Why NOT person,  said now was the time to let the Does loose….see what would happen.   They had cleared those two original buck forests in a weeks time.   I was inclined to plan this,  but she won out and loose they were,  her calling them up into the forest above and beyond C,  the pellets in the bucket tinkling,  them running FREE,  bites of this, bites of that,  but after a few minutes,  Onday decided to head back down to where we keep the bales of alfalfa  and Caroline decided to go visit the bucks.   After a short period of chaos they all went back through their gate.   We will set up temporary fencing that can be moved as needed.   The brush needs clearing.   and as the conversation went along,  she said maybe we were looking at things the wrong way.  Maybe we should just fence Ourselves in….fence in what we don't want eaten,  like Lilac bushes and vegetable gardens.   Small spaces around each campsite….and just leave all the rest to them.  It was said in humor,  but thinking about it today,  I think….hmmmmmmm.

~ADDENDUM~

I wrote the above in some form last eve but it got lost.  I wrote the above this afternoon,  as i was sitting at B inbetween working on clearing spaces for planting.  and inbetween that,   just resting,  having feelings.   I don't write well, mid day.  Mid day,  i can't get to the place where words are waiting.   So, after this time,  i come back and see that i forgot the title, too.

what i really wanted to say at this moment is that at that Market,  where all three (four with Emrie) of us were,  (Jenny often feels she doesn't have Time to spare) ,  all  of us,  and then feeling the frustration of needing to deviate yet again from any sense of Plan to work through this Dog Corridor,  the need for spontaneity somehow unlocked some seriousness…and allowed for those Why Not moments for the Goats,  for Us…..and how good that feels.  Why Not.  because who knows.  What we for sure have is the one singular particular day.  and we had TWO of them.  and they were fine.

Takes me awhile.  But i get it.  There are two Farmer's Markets…onc the Chico people. that's on Saturday morning.  One on Wednesday morning,  the Oroville Growers Market.  Both are in the same location.   But today,  or….Sat. AM,  i finally get to THIS one.   So…go to next post.  Because i can't figure out how to put more than one pic at a time.