windthread

it's settling in…for the days of heat.   Just Being upon waking,  meditate,  Be,  drink tea until i don't want anymore.  Feed Them All,  feed self.  Work OUT THERE…today and yesterday that being shoveling  barrows full of shit from the Albatros.  Two more days and it will be done in this space of time….then arrange it and scrap hay into the compost.   I decided today to use the raised bed composted area to plant potatoes.  It's too late to order them from anyone,  so i will let some of the ones i buy develop eyes…they're organic…and plant those.  Would rather have the fingerlings,  but i waited too long to decide this.  It's ok.  

So,  long morning Out then at some point in,  to take a nap….20 min….then  stitch mid afternoon when it's getting hot.

 

today it was the mountains…with Jude's invisible stitch…or Glue Stitch…which is really descriptive, tho not very romantic a term….but it's what happens….All the layers became ONE CLOTH…i love it when that happens…can feel it with fingertips as it occurs…. a kind of bliss

 

the Other side

 

will let this be for now….

 

 

then 5 oclock is evening Feed and following that,  giving water that takes till almost dark.  somwhere in there i hang around with Goats…brushing them,  just sitting among them,  walking around and calling them,  different times for this so it DOESN'T become a routine,  that they begin to expect…it needs to be random.  To keep it Easy.   Today Jack Flash WANTED it.  Came for it.  Finally.  

Thinking how it's a really Good life.   How it is so much Enough.   Am feeling it.  and grateful.

 

 

Yvette's mom has gone over.

I say that Yvette is my North Star.  Say this because she questions sometimes…wants the full understanding.   Asks for it.

Yvette and i meet through Jude and we grew into each other as sisters over time,  like vines,  we are entwined and so this moment of loss of a mother i feel.  And have taken this day and now this evening for it.  Knowing the emptyness that she has left.  

I love you Yvette.

 

 

 

before i left for Work Away today  i went to Michelle's house and for whatever reason,  her post today made me feel very 

soft

quiet

slow  

even though i had already fed and watered,  i went back Out….stood there,  feeling soft and quiet,  came back in for the camera and took this pic

 

the Desperado Salt Cedar….FULL of bees so early

 

turning East,  toward the Gate,  the Something said ….look closer…..

 

purple aster…asteraceae…sunflower family

here,  in what is the "driveway",  though there is minimal driving,  among the kochia and the tomatoe cages,  where there is NO water.    A seed set itsSelf down.  settled in.  

Home from Work Away,  i searched and found

 

 

from the text:

" Few 20th century photographers have enjoyed such great international acclaim as Karl Blossfeldt  (1865-1932).  He chose as the subject of his photographic work the universal motif of the plant,  presenting it in clear, severely composed images of an un mistakable and memorable kind.  Blossfeldt was not a photographer as such,  at least he did not see himself as one.  An enthusiastic amateur,  he took pictures with a home-made wooden camera,  using his images as a teaching aid in the drawing classes he gave as a professor at the Berlin College of Art."

 

 

 

 

 

and while i wait for the pic to upload,  i carry out a glass of water…to that Being,  the her/him/they,  a glass of water that i use for my own self,  i carry it out and slowly,  softly, careFull y pour it into the sand there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

the two stem stumps and just o so barely partial leaves…. Enough to photosynthesize!!! and are now growing NEW LEAVES!!!!!

 

and this place…where the Deep Dream begins to receive form….a wing  a shell  a leaf  an eye

 

off and on between stitching the invisibles,  i am  propped up on the futon couch to read more.  My attention was caught to this window which is to the South…back over the Way Back and beyond to that very large old Cottonwood across the ditch where the pair of Crows nest year after year.  These pics are not correct.  The room is filled with SUN light…but the camera can't understand…the window there is bright and clear and Sky is just Out There and what caught my eye is Crow…riding the  thermals.   In and out of this "frame"  to the world OutSide…..no use of wing except to keep it out stretched,  this beauty Full effortless soaring,  circling,  spiraling and no Need of this other than for the Joy for the bird….back,  forth,  the window a window to watch Crow Joy and i go back to read more and i am way ahead…there's no use in trying to put here what is in this book,  which is what came from the Heart/Mind of Buhner…Too Much….so just pieces

Chapter 15  The Dreaming of Earth

"Archi means the first.  They are the primary or first things from which all phenomena come…they are the potentials that reside in the quantum multiverse.  Archetype,  the more familiar term, combines archi with type…meaning "impression",  from the Greek to beat or strike, to mold.  Archetype is the first expression of the archi in identifiable form…though not physically.  It means to prefigure or foreshadow.   The archetypes,  which reside in the imaginal world, prefigure the forms they become in our world.  As those archetypes express themselves into classical Newtonian space,  they change.  They are modified by where and how they appear.

Every form we see in this world is a modified expression of the archetype that underlies it.  The essential identity we recognize as     plant    for instance,  exists as a unique archi  in the mythic or quantum world,  what Masanobu Fukouka termed the Ocean of Being that underlies everything.  This is the place the Persian storytellers were talking about when they said,  "At one time there was a story and there was no one to tell it, :  or  "At one time there was a story but there was no one to hear it but God"

The archetype of plant,  however,  is to be found in the imaginal world,  the place from which Earth dreams form into being.  This is what Lao-tzu was speaking of when he said….

    Thirty spokes unite in one hub                                                                                                                                                   It is precisely where there is nothing                                                                                                                                       that we find the usefulness of the wheel

And when that archetype expresses itself into our world,  the archetype alters itself to fit the demands of the field in which it emerges.  The living organisms of this world have their roots (spokes) in the imaginal realm.  It is from there they are expressed.  Together they form the wheel,  the Earth system,  the thing that is more than the sum of the parts,  the entity that circles endlessly  in physical space."

Stephen Harrod Buhner

and as i stretched out,  propped up,  reading,  turning just to the right to watch that Crow,  i was  flooded with a sense of Gratitude that i could reach just this exact moment in my life……to read these words,  to have such a strong sense of FEELing them to be true,  to SEE Crow out the window,  to make a picture with cloth,  ….  to be me.  How i am.   Where i am.   Flooded with feeling.

 

 

    

 

 

lots of phone to California,  other things,  practicing what Wendy Golden Levitt calls…."the Holy No".

 

 

 

and she didn't say it,  but it is Inferred.  That Holy No …..opens the space for an equally Holy YES.

it's hard to know what to put here.  Each single page builds to the next.

"Once you come to understand, in your experience,  that you are just one life-form among many,  that you can meet the other life-forms here in moments of tremendous intimacy,  it enables one of the most wondrous of explorations possible.  To leave the human world behind,  the surface identity of the self, and swim,  only one life-form among a multitude,  deep into the metaphysical background of the world is to enter a place where we meet there as living beings,  identical in nature at the core, similar intelligences,  all given birth by Earth,  all expressed out of the Ocean of Being into form.  And in those moments of touch,  we look back at each other with luminous eyes and tell tales of the lives we have lived and the lands we have seen and speak of the commonalities of what it means to be alive on this Earth, kin, all of whom came from common ancestors long ago."

Stephen Harrod Buhner

 

so…here,  this red thread marks as much as we commonly acknowledge from day to day.  We know what meets our foot palms.  We know as far down as we dig to plant a seed,  deeper to plant a tree.  Down to dig a well.  Down further to some awareness of Geology,  our history.   But there is so much more and it is Inhabited,  it is  World,  same as the one we move in and more….it is SAME.  SAME world…breathing together…that far deep place,  this place of middle before Sky…..All One.

Everything except for that piece of Crazy Magic is stitched down today.  Some more stitches even have begun to the moment when i could feel it begin to become One Cloth…no longer pieces,  but One.  That feeling is exhilarating…the weight of it,  the substance of it…

joyfull

 

 

 

 

all but the Crazy Magic.  I can't decide which way it is turned and maybe i can't because i haven't heard the story yet.  so it remains loose…sometimes this way,  sometimes that.

 

i look from a distance.  sometimes that helps.  not today.

 

again.  Rain.  all day.

"We literally can't see the deeper dimensions of Earth if we remain in a human-oriented frame.  For we then tend to think that the oil,  in the California hills is,  and always has been,  there for us.  We believe that there is something unique abut our intelligence,  that we,  in our billions are intrinsically more important than the plants that grow in your yards.  Foundationally,  the thinning of boundary between self and other is crucial.  The complete elimination of it, is, at times, a necessity.  It is only then that it is possible to experience the other inhabitants of this  scenario from inside their own lives.  Understanding emerges, only at such moments,  that the human world and its concerns are as unimportant to the other life-forms here as the mosquito you just swatted is to you.  It changes things.  For the first time the arrogance of the human perspective vanishes.  It's possible then to see just how thoroughly it biases nearly every aspect of science….and how much it alters nearly every human intervention into the ecological functioning of the planet.  We have a place here, yes,  but it is not as important as we have been trained to believe.  The experience of boundary dissolution,  for the first time, lends a realistic perspective to the human orientation.  Behavior alters accordingly."

continuing with Stephen Harrod Buhner

 

one of the two "normal" green bean plants.  Why the new leaves are so pale???????

 

the stump.  But the stump that has only a partial leaf but still seems to want to Just Go.

 

the stitching has begun in earnest.

 

 

 

"To be Called Beloved by the Earth"

"This kind of experience, when it first occurs, can be considerably unsettling.  The normal human markers are lost,  everything we thought we knew about ourselves becomes irrelevant.  Cultural definitions, the particular view of the world that we have accepted from Western science, historical markers, family stories, our personal biography….all the things that we use at a level deeper than conscious awareness to orient ourselves in space and time are gone."

Stephen Harrod Buhner      Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm

 

back again.  The book was returned from a Borrowing when i was in Magdalena and i am back IN

it.   Chapter 14.   The Imaginal World

 

and Here.   Everything is Here.  i think.