windthread

i thought i'd just ignore it….carry on as if it WASN'T   but then….so this won't make any sense at all but it will be said and we can then move on.   

I was late getting there.  To Alyssia's     No reason,  just was hard to get going…cold maybe.  damp maybe.  but really…no reason but i did get there and it was in full swing.   Jenny at the stove top station with Brinley   Jazmine at the table top grill station with Emrie     They are making red and green pancakes.  toppings are whip cream maple syrup strawberries bananas and chocolate chips   and it is clear that Jazmine is now an integral PART of Us.   (she now lives in the little yellow house next door to Alyssia's house,  the little yellow house where Alyssia first lived and now is in contract of rent to own…Jazmine lives there….she is related.  We can just say a cousin.  Michigan cousin.  )   and regular pancakes and breakfast sausage scrambled eggs cinnamon rolls stuff like that    Jenny's man was on the couch in the livingroom the big screen TV with Star Trek,  napping peacefully  i'd missed the opening of the presents     jeffrey is somewhere and Julian is in New jersey at his dad's   jax is in New mexico with his mother to visit her family    and it all goes on,  at some point Jazmine comes back from over at her house wearing a Tshirt that says….My First Christmas being a Mom.     How we find out.   She's pregnant…due in July    and right around that time Veronika showed up with the two little boys…we'll say cousin again….Minnow is ecstatic with all the kids and comotion

and a million things more,  but we left…to get back at feeding time and Hill is here…peaceful.  Peacefull.  PeaceFULL.

 

from Mushrooms of California…my fold out laminated booklet,  waterproof (?)    J. Duane Sept

The resting chair at Jack's feed shed.  At least 10,  a cluster.   I've never seen before.     "Before you begin.   This guide is intended to help the beginner identify mushrooms.  Mushroom identification requires a detailed study of a specimen.  This includes many more characteristics than could be included in this brochure.  Matching a picture to a specimen alone is not adequate for correct identification – and  AN INCORRECT  IDENTIFICATION COULD BE FATAL!   You should NEVER  eat any wild mushroom until its identification is confirmed by a qualified mushroom expert."    and then….there's an Edibility Key ….Edible and choice,  edible,    not edible   and  poisonous.    i'm almost positive they are Western Shaggy Parasol.   that fall in the category of edible but not choice (flavorless)…  and ends with  "WARNING:  Proper identification paramount due to its deadly look alike,  the green spored Shaggy Parasol.    Many in this brochure end this way.

so,  OK.    I was so excited.   But now what?    Even tho i think it's NOT the poisonous one,   …..  what if it IS?    eeee.

I'm confident that they don't   pose harm to any of Us.   Goats,  dog,  cat.   …..  unless   as the bales of grass hay are moved into the feed shed,   pieces of broken mushroom get caught ????    How many     spores   will these release?   maybe some growing INSIDE the feed shed in the cracks of the pallet there….impossible to get to?       And then….there came the wonder,    What is their purpose?   If they are poisonous,  what Purpose do they serve?    …..and maybe….only poisonous to humans?,   but also,   i don't know any mammals that eat mushrooms…?????     WHAT is their Place in this  biome?   Does there "have to be"?..a reason for them?  Purpose?     How do  i  understand the meaning of   "reason",   "purpose"….and well…what is the reason for me?  purpose?    

Dollar Store.   No calendars where they had been before.   eee   but then there they were,  two boxes full and it's Puppies, Baby Animals,  Landscapes,  Architecture of Europe,  Seas and Oceans,   many of each  …..no Butterflies.     but too good to be true, but True,  at the back of the second box,   this    ONE   and only This One…..i'm taking it as a sign.   And these last days of silence here….experiencing what that's been like….if there was no more Windthread???   no more of whatever this is /  has become…reading the comments and being unable to respond….MISSING the exchange.   The connection of US.   the pulse of the Thread.  Many thoughts and i ended up thinking in terms of Field Notes…as Deb G references.   Field notes.   I googled.

the researcher's  documentation of events,  conversations and behaviors observed in the field,  and the researcher's  reflections on them.           and then i thought….WHAT? field??????    What's the field?    it's  more than    a   field.   There's the field of this Hill,   the field of going to Town,  the field of citizenship in this country at this time in history,  and then….the field of my Mind/Heart

so…ok.   this for now.  Field Notes.

 

 

with the last little battery of this old laptop….I saved

for this Solstice Eve,  this just so very amazing creation from Mo.   Mo Orkiszewski   itscrowtime.wordpress.com     It arrived 2 days ago and I have not stopped looking at it since.    I truly can say it's the most  BeautyFully WonderFull work of Art and Heart in my entire lifetime.    Everything about it…it's tenderness,  fierceness,  aliveness,  motion,   it's Timing,  it's Love,  it's

hope.  it tells me a story of how

hope

is.

indestructible…moving through….guided by moon and star

Thank You, Mo.   so so much.   for sending and then for permission to share it here.    I so      hope      you will find it in your heart to make its  image that we could hold in our hands…please….if you can

and to All of Us…tomorrow We again turn toward the Light.   May we be guided by Moon and Star    sailing through the Waters that come,  how they come,  seeing that they too are part of the whole of the story.   Love and Love 

 

*the new laptop is supposed to arrive Monday.   So…till then…..

he sent Bee keeper's gloves.    ????????

and tonight this laptop will not receive charge.   I do this post with dwindling  juice.   We have ordered a new one.  Not sure when it might arrive?     And so it goes.     Tara Brach….just this.   and    just this.      ok.       just this.   Love to  All.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my brother sent this.  He lives in  Bemidji.    is a large poster that's folded so it's like in book form.   'there is MUCH information but this much here.

Introduction  to Just Transition

Indigenous prophecy now meets scientific prediction.  What we have known and believed,  you also know.   The Earth is out of balance.  The plants are disappearing,  the animals are dying,  and the very weather….rain, wind, fire itself…reacts against the actions of the human being.   For the future of the children,  for the health of our Mother Earth,  Father Sky, and rest of Creation,  we call upon the people of the world to held your leaders accountable.   Circles of Wisdom: Native Peoples/Native Homelands Climate Change Workshop held in Albuquerque,  New Mexico November 1998

Since occupation and colonization of the Indigenous lands and territories of North America (Turtle Island) American Indian and Alaskan Natives in the United States and First Nations and Aboriginal people in Canada have been fighting for our now internationally recognized inherent rights to our lands,  our rights for self-determination and sovereignty.  The moment is now to stand strong and in solidarity  in defense of our treaty territories  land,, water, air and protection of the Circle of All Life.

To reclaim our future, we must change the present.    Just Transition

"The Creator has entrusted us a sacred responsibility to protect and care for the land and all of life, as well as to safeguard its well being for the future generations to come. "   Circles of Wisdom   Native Peoples/Native Homelands Climate Change Workshop held in Albuquerque, New Mexico,  November 1998

Prophesies,  here in Turtle Island,  tell of a time when our Indigenous peoples will rise up,  like coming out of a haze,  a dark mist,  waking up into the Light of Understanding of who we really are and our true place in the universe.  This will be a time of transformation and transition.  It is told by many of these prophesies that our young generation will be stepping up,  learning from the experiences and wisdom of the previous generations.  It is a time of language, cultural and spiritual revitalization.  New ways and old ways will be coming together in harmony.

This transformation will involve the settler people and immigrants that arrived here to Turtle Island,  whether by choice or forced choice.  New alliances will be formed.   A new beginning is on the horizon,  for building a new world,  confronting violence against our women, our children and against the Creative Female Principles of the sacredness of our Mother Earth.

 

 

 

 

this morning,  upon waking,  my thoughts were like the mushrooms…just appearing,  erupting  surprising and insistent.

what to do about this blog?    What actually IS this blog FOR?    How have things changed?,   Why might that BE?   The Weekend Edition,  NPR   the work of Susan Hudson,   Navajo quilter….her HERITAGE.   What is MY heritage?,  not genetic but the heritage of my Spirit?  My soul?    and then the event where Leslie Stahl and Peggy Noonan talked….the topic being a reflection on the 2024 election , the failing trust in mainstream media:   "Were talking about something so essential that you don't want to say    'well,  well see.  Or maybe,  the world will come to an end,  we'll see'    But if America lost freedom of the press and freedom of speech,  it would be the beginning of losing everything"   and from there,   the wondering about that glass half full/empty thing ….which AM I?  or,  is it even a question?   

and then I make spaghetti and ate it.  took a nap.  and the day disappeared.   till late when I saw that Tara  Brach had posted the Part 2 of  A Heart that is Ready for Anything     ………….   our suffering is that we want life different.  If it's different, it'll be ok.   No…Unconditional Presence.   This too.   and      this too.  and phone with  Alyssia ,   Julian coming in in the back ground and circling around to asking her about her Ill nesses….he has to have a physical exam for Sports…the volley ball team     and Puppy is keeping coming in  Meowing at the door   Sleeping on my feet   and Goats are reconfiguring how stuff is    the feed bowl order is in dis   order  …..it's how they miss Onday    and Up there where Onday CHOSE to  die,    Chose to lie down and die….Chose  where Onday Chose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

around 10 last night,  there was

WIND

HUGE WIND,  a constant unbroken FLOW ,  hours of it.  All night of it.   I haven't read about it yet…don't know the term they are giving it,  but same as the atmospheric River   and that too,  buckets of water dumping down    

frightening.  

all night and then half the day today.   People are without electric,  poles  and  lines down     parts of town were flooded.

and then….it was over.        '

will need to  walk the fence lines tomorrow.   

our human doings and the 

Beauty

of Earth's 

Tara Brach   A Heart that is ready for anything     The Gateway of Equanimity

Onday is gone.    I can't say anything right now.    just this.    Onday is gone.