windthread

i could have stayed with it,  but i didn't.  Let Mind take me places that the Cloth wasn't.   That first impulse was about biosphere,  the physical and the metaphysical ….that wild little piece of commercial cloth is always talking about that.  I could have just gotten quiet right away,  but no.   And it took this long to return.  But here we are.  Back to where it wanted to be in the first place.  But at least it's now released….and the feeling of that is good.

 

so much talk around about  "weather" .   Past time here for the wood box and the kindling tub to go out.  

And i think too,  time for Tay's crate to get folded up and tucked away in the Albatros.  It's been months since she's gone in there.  Longer since she's been TOLD to go in there.  Now she sleeps next to the bed or sometimes out on the porch.   I don't think she'll miss it.   But it's also served the purpose of holding stuff that's coming or going…where i throw the morning going outside clothes,  the gloves.  Things that i need to take out to the car or truck.   And then that basket that holds various things.  Its been convenient.  But….in a lazy way.  Time now.  

its been a really Good day.  Gratitude for so much.

 

the computer desk has been caving in in the center of it's two parts for years.   it wasn't pleasant,  but not unpleasant enough to take it all down and apart for to do anything about.  But some things for me ARE a catalyst.  In this case,  the new

w h i t e

printer.    w h i t e  which would be very uncomfortable for me up there where the other printers have been.  The old HP that died was grey.  The new crummy Epson was a beautyfull Black.  This,  the cheapest of the HP line only comes in

w h i t e

so i said, c'mon, grace,  get over it but it arrived today and it was SO 

w h i t e

 

see it?  peeking out in all its whiteness…there beyond the chair cushion on the lower shelf?  That shelf previously had cobwebs dust maps and the phone book.   Everything came OFF the desk and i brought in some different 2x4s and re-propped and straightened, aligned….a few screws and TaDa.   Took a deep breath and ran the download for the set up and all went as it was supposed to and i have just fine enough prints of stuff.  Finally.  The crummy Epson will go on Freecycle with the statement that i hate it,  that it uses enormous amounts of ink but that it is virtually brand new.  Recycler beware.

There were quick Electrical Storms,  GRAND ones,  off and on,  sharing the day with brilliant Sun Light.

 

Old Woman Apricot wants to come in the kitchen window

 

i wish i could just stitch pieces of cloth together.  I could,  i guess,  but i can't it seems.  But i could…like Jude taught…pairings for instance,  or even a 9 patch

 

why don't I ?

it seems it's how my life has always been,  serial monogamy….

 

 

 

the Cloth is making Sound,  i am just not understanding,  am somehow not letting go of some image that the Cloth doesn't want.  And so we wait.

 

 

there was a line of sediment from the tap water here.   It's in everything where the water is left to evaporate…dog bowl for instance…so i filled it with vinegar to sit in SUN's light and heat  

i don't know what's going on in my head.  I just drift,  thought to thought,  thought to somewhere where  i am not really even Present,  but somewhere Else that has no images and words but i Go there to that Place then float back.  Just floating,  drifting,  Sensing,  sensing, mostly.  sensing.  In the evening i give water to Plant People,  squat and notice how the day has changed them

kind of an excess but needs to be here.  May  2016.  the NW corner of the House Yard,  butting up against the Doe Middle Yard and along the Migrational Corridor.

May is the Beauty FULL month.  Green.  Before the Heat when all Plant People turn to making seed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wildflower

 

 

 

Lying on my stomach at Ground level….how Lizard might See

 

the Mexican Elderberry that looked DEAD after the 17 degrees below zero a few years ago.  Not.   The top, yes,  but from the root,  it begins again.   Those dead top branches…the birds still make use of them,  so they stay,  as is

 

it's Blooms,  so fragrant and so much for the Tanangers short stay

all the above.   All i have done is give water.  And give water,  really,  sparingly and not to all,  but for their own reasons,  they choose to thrive.  There is an incredible growth of Lambs Quarters which is more nutritious    than any spinach or kale i might plant.   I pulled almost all the kochia and flung to Goats.   I am Fascinated by this 16X24 space of Earth……what is it Doing?  What does it SAY?

 

the Cloth is quietly talking.  It's unclear.  I am waiting.

 

 

 

 

i don't know where this piece of commercial cloth came from,  but sometimes it's Perfect.  How it will be perfect here,  i don't really know yet but i think it will.  So a large part of the day i moved scraps.

 

late morning, near noon i heard something.  

Nogal had trashed this wall of their hut.  It was on the ground.  Other boards attached to it.  In this pic it's propped back up,  him looking around from inside,  double click.  He was happy about having done it…..felt "effective".    I plugged in the battery to the drill,  let it charge,  then went out with the good hammer,  screws,  the drill,  a crowbar,  to try to figure out what to do next.  There are all kinds of large things that i've dragged home that would work for a wall but i can't move them alone.  So now what?….am thinking some kind of mending.  Maybe like integrated applique.  

In the morning,  because it's hot during the day and then they,  him and Tenzen get all spizzy when i'm out there working,  each trying to be the fancy~est,  and it's nerve wracking.  so i'll get back to it in the morning when they have their tubs of Alfalfa.

Giving water just now,  was to the young shelling peas that are at the base of the landscape tubs between the Coral Berry and the Golden Currant.  Just standing there,  holding the hose,  my eyes were open,  but i wasn't looking at anything in particular at all,  just somewhere Inside my Mind and

suddenly,  something said look

i focused down to the rim of one of the pots and Lo and BEHOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the almost tiniest Praying Mantis in my life time.    Other than the time i watched them birthing themselves from their egg case…..

This one,  smaller than …   / …..  that…. not as tall,  not as thick even,  but the same tilt and with all the arms and legs and HEAD that cocked to look at me and duck out of sight under the rim of the pot……

so both things….this incredibly BeautyFull Being itself  and too,  the brilliance of the primal mind that can recognize things so small,  so almost invisible  and say……LOOOOOOK!….something you LOVE!!!!

 

ADDENDUM

may 11th.   20016      It's hot.   It's Dark.   but Hot in the house.  Will leave the door OPEN tonight.  Tay sleeps on the porch.   Door Open.   Things can come in,  but,  things Can come in.   Early.  May 11.

 

 

 

 

 

 

in the morning chair,  looking down at daybreak

 

 

 

it's 80 something today.  Time.   Both were like the right side here,  i should have taken a before.  The Uniform.

 

mended

 

next

 

 

 

 

 

the whole neck line is like this.  What if,  i thought,  What if this is my last Uniform.  I want to mend it good.

 

there are bleach splatters.  I thought i might fix this one with the Inktense Pencils,  but  well…you see

 

this one wore through.  Some work to do.

 

 

 

honeysuckle.   it's blooming.   I never would have imagined when i came here that honeysuckle would bloom and under it's shadowed  strong woody stems worms weave worlds and worlds and worlds.

Down by where i crossed over a fallen branch,  over the stream,  over to the other side of that place of the creek of my childhood,  the creek and the earth down that long hill from the house where the other people lived,  down there where i could turn rotting logs and there would be salamanders and newts,  that place that was my Mother,  how those salamanders were like velvet moving,  moving velvet in my palm,  the smell of it

now so Far from that,  honeysuckle blooms and the lizards are on the move,  skittering

so…it's done for this year.   And i'm Glad i did it.   There WERE conversations today,  but with local people,  and this was good.  People i will see again and again, over time.   

Danielle wants to keep the Cloths for a while which was nice too…she likes them,  wants them there.  I am good with that but also will welcome them   "home".

My favorite part of the day was going to the Printing Shop.   I arrived just as she was working with a "challenged" woman in printing a Mother's Day  greeting.  I watched the whole process and the presses they have,  over 100 years old…just magnificant.  Sometime i'll go back and take pics.   I asked and she did sell me some really great cut paper…paper she uses for making small blank books,  i love it.

and i took the next pics of various houses but not so much,  people were home,  as in next door and it didn't feel right,  but some  and this is Magdalena.   Old buildings,  made to serve purpose.   I don't think any  NEW construction has occured there since the 40's maybe.   And as it is in New Mex,  a fine place right next door to a not so fine place.  There are no socio~economic neighborhoods,  all is mended or could be if deemed necessary.  it's quilt like.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the cross streets of the Main street always go like this.  Maybe 3 "city" blocks,  4  but like this.  They have tree names.  elm  pine  oak.   Anglo names,  funny……

These next pics don't do what i'd hoped…on the way "down",  the color of that horizon was UnReal

 

 

 

there is hardly a perceptible difference in these pics,  but when moving Through,  Past,  it was so much There       I cannot say my love for this land.   There is a place just beyond this where there is a crack in the Earth and a canyon is Right There,  just off the side of the road.  I was wanting to pull over there,  take a pic of it,  to show you how it is here,  how it looks like something but is many things.  But there was a truck just behind me and i couldn't slow down.  It's all down hill and the momentum pushes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mary Rose Pino 's   Santos and devotional figures

 

i'm trying to think of how best to tell this.   

As usual,  there was not a crush of people.  Dear Magdalena.  But a steady flow.   At any given time there were maybe 4 at the most people in this space.  They come in the door.   The place is to themselves…Danielle most of the time next door in the Cafe.   So it's quiet and peaceful.  You just walk around and look.  The Cafe is connected to this gallery by a short passage way through the kitchen.  The Cafe is large with heavy carved wood booths and a bar with stools.  There's a stage area in the back where entertainment used to happen.  A coffee house.   She's given up the restaurant thing…she had GREAT GREAT food,  and now has coffee and desserts.  So you come in…..can hear voices from through the passage.  Otherwise,  it's quiet.  There are two chairs in the center area.  I sat in one sometimes.  Just watching people,  petting one or both of Danielle's dogs.  Watched how people cruised,  looking.  Watched how sometimes they stopped to look at the Cloths,  some of them reading that blurb there.   I didn't talk to anyone.  There was no sense of any one wanting to be talked to.   So i watched.  She has a lot of very FINE silver and stone native crafted jewelry.  People spend the most time with that.

I came and went,  wandering around town to the other shops and studio spaces,  listening, mostly.  I get really quiet.   I'll go back tomorrow and maybe not be so quiet.  

I brought Audrie,  of the Socorro Women's Writing Group from the library.  4 of them are self published and so brought their books to the Library there which is a whole story in its self,  again,  maybe tomorrow,  but anyway,  she and i went there first to drop off all her books…they weren't on the schedule till 1 oclock and while i was waiting i looked down in the magazine give away shelves and

 

i asked how many i might take without seeming gluttonous,  without embarassing myself or Audrie,  and Old Librarian Lucy's granddaughter,  the New librarian said  PLEASE!!!!!  TAKE THEM ALL!!!  i scored 16  Cook's Illustrated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   I can't believe my LUCK!   I LOVE these…how many publications have pencil illustrations of Everything????????????   eeeeeeeeeeeeee.

 

 

 

at the consignment shop.   some one made this.   I love it.   Some one made this sometime,  long ago,  to me,  it's like handwriting that is becoming extinct

and at some point,  like i do,  i just ran out of steam and got in the car and drove home.   I'd had a conversation with a woman about dogs and she said she wouldn't have a Catahoula because they  are agressive and pig headed.  Need too much or they become trouble and i returned home to 

Tay

who waited so well and patiently,   who is the Greatest of all dogs though i know she COULD become agressive if not respected,  and so home to Tay,  to things to be done here,  all the giving of water to the plant people.  I dumped the buck  Goats water tubs and scrubbed them with vinegar and filled them with clear clean water and pulled Kochia and flung it and all these things,  after this day AWAY into another kind of world,  all these things seemed so so Beauty Full and Grand 

and maybe that's what it is all

FOR

?????????

 

 

 

 

there are 

Those days….

Wind is WIND today.  When i planted the tomatoes yesterday it was with a forecast of Breezy.   Not.  Rather,  a steady pulsing 45 mph.   And  at the precise angle that makes the SW corner walls of this living room rattle,  shake,  quake.  Unsettling.  It's hard to concentrate on anything.  It will continue through the night and then go back from whence it came.   Otherwise,  it's stunning.  Brilliant Sun and beauty Full sky and i just went.  Pulling the hoses around to drip on all trees and bushes,  glancing now and then at the tomatoes who miraculously have held their own.  I knock on wood.

 

 

 

 

i love this blue.   In reality,  it's grayer.  there is a little brown in it too.  There is just this one scrap.  My best guess is that it is from Jude a long time ago.   Just an ordinary cotton.  I'm going to try to recreate it with the Inktense pencils.  on muslin.  I like the idea of creating pieces like this that can be used to lend mood and well,  "how it is" when i don't have any other way to do that.   As soon as this weekend is over,  i'll begin.