windthread

3 hours now.  and it's not over.  Lightning gone,  but the remains,  residual,  rain still.

not possible to FEED.   It's almost dark.  

 

just before it began,  i finished the grasses on the right and knew that there was one more rock.

 

in the compromised LIGHT,  i looked through the baskets for That Rock and here….what arose,  not a rock at all,  but such an odd scrap,  a scrap of Magic and in the light of this evening,  who knows.  I will see,  See, in the morning….maybe.  Maybe i Want/Need some kind of crazy magic here?????   

 

 

am watching a tomato being consumed by fruit flies

 

 

the Magic.  The magic that we can participate in…different than the Magic that is Beyond us

7 black and white beads…in Cloth world,  Thread Beads from Jude Hill's teachings,  and then,    the african red bead, the Blood bead.   I need to use two flosses to get the color close

then the separating of the thread ends,  stripping them with a small sharp needle.  It 's going to take some time.  

But close to finished.  Two Cloths in one month.  

August exacts much from Us.   I have met Her this year, August,  i have ripened.

 

it's all a matter of Light.  Light being 

SUN

Sun rules.

 

all day,  the grass blades on the right weren't   "right".  Such small subtle difference,  but when they became ok,  they were OK.    

OK.

 

 

so the Old Cowboy's people have come and gone.  Colorado, Kansas and Huston,  each an overnight and one day visit.  But it's happened this last week.   and it's over.   He will sleep for a day or so.

 

2 Rocks.   

i'll wait till tomorrow.  Use the Inktense for Her,  then see about more rocks, stones.  Maybe some stones.   One more blade of grass to the left.   

and i Did remember about making rocks and stones.  Don't THINK.  set the cloth loosly in general place and then just go.  Thinking makes rocks just static shapes.  Just going allows them some sense of what they really are.  Equal and participating Entities.  

Off to the OutSide for the rest of this day.  Hopefully, HOME again tomorrow.  We'll see.

been trying for a few days to get this pic of this Bee Like Being.  What IS it?  Not sure.  Not a honey bee.  ??????   But LOOK at the pollen…………

 

LOOK.  from Lacelady of Washington state.  She met equally with Squirrels for these and Sent.

 

 

part of the HouseKeeping was clearing the table.  Which only took a small while,  in reality,  but has loomed large for many many days now

 

 

 

 

Walnuts now are SunSteeping for all the side B's of the coming year.  I have INTENTION….yes,  not just random,  but Intention.   Some in the cast iron.  Some in the  copper.  Some in the ummm,  well this last pot.  In this moment can't think of it's name…the……o,  eee,  can't think but it doesn't matter, they are in there and they are SunSteeping.  This time is different.  Purposefull.  Yes.  and the feeling is very very good.

So…a day Here.    Here.  Home.  and it lasted a whole day.  It was elegant and fine.   It began with that bee being on the Sun Flower when i went out to first feed this morning and it went on through the raking and cleaning of the area in the Albatross where the grass hay is stacked and then the stacking of the grass hay.   The flattening and stacking of the feed bags from pellets that had been just thrown aside for a couple weeks and putting them in place along the far North Wall.  The loading of the scrap feed into the Other wheelbarrow.  Moving the truck,  Tay getting IN for that and feeling fancy even though it was only just some feet,  but she did.   She "worked" along side me through everything,  carrying her favored piece of wood

and we cleaned and ordered the Dye Table and noticed how the Janet Chairs are kind of like Praying Mantis

and a storm was coming so i vacuumed allthelayerofdogandcathair that was weighing us down and now we are LIGHT and vibrating High and Just So Fine

and  just now we gave Water to Everything

and maybe that's a kind of leisure?

it Felt that way?…a just Going from thing to thing with NO RUSH,  a doing of things that WANT to be done in slow and fine way?  Maybe that for me,  is Leisure?

 

Bell Pepper

 

not large, like from the store,  but…succulent.  crunchy.  the taste and fragrance sharp and edgy.  Oh, i sing in celebration of this Bell Pepper and all the blossoms that may continue to Become.  

 

and i found what it is for me, leisure,  or close to it,  as close to it as i have during these times….

i turned around,  so early,  from this computer screen,  to see

the Magic Diaries Cloth had been folded on the futon couch in a different way and there she was

 

and i realized that it's the just looking that for me is the closest to that definition of leisure.  At least in my Now.

Back to Old Cowboy's.

Home and more kantha

 

and the bottom Flare,  which was expected,  but not quite this much,  but i kind of Like it,  but

 

decided to make the correction which in this case will be just ok because there needs to be rocks and stones and they will absorb the excess.  But if i were ever to do something like this again,  i will Remember and find a way to work it in more as i go.  But i LIKE this a LOT.  It's Right for what wants saying.

 

and it worked for Mantis herself.  "In person"  she is even so much finer, amidst the Kantha.  Yes.  It works.  It's how it is.

Tomorrow,  HOPE,  will the the second day i will be able to stay Home in two weeks.  If it happens, i will finish the kantha and Maybe begin the Inktense on Mantis.  or maybe wait and work on rocks and stones first?  But a day HOME,  oh, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

 

 

 

 

and i wouldn't keep ragging away at this if i thought i was the Only One.  I think the question belongs to many of Us.  Leisure.

"a condition of the Soul.   leisure as a non~activity….an inner absence of preoccupation"

 

brought this truckload home late last eve.  Left it parked Outside the Fence.  Brought it IN this morning,  got this far and just now know that i should unload it.

 

but first,  need to rake out the scrap here and unload into the compost or on the growing beds.

 

i look for the gloves then find them and lay them here,  where i had gotten some further with the Kantha after getting home from a Chunk of Time with the Old Cowboy and his brother/friend from Kansas.   So I look at the gloves.  I look at the little bit more of Kantha and i well,  i run out of steam.

so, here we are.  It's almost 7:30.  I will just go sit on the porch.  Watch night come.  Sleep and dream.  Start again tomorrow and look again for Leisure.

and in the meantime, 

 

early this morning i enjoyed just looking at the Walnut overdye

 

This afternoon.  it's better than i thought it might be,  the kantha which to me represents the movement of Energy,  of Life Energy,  and more,  but that being enough said in the moment,  the Vibes of Stuff.  This is working,  in how the Mantis is for the most part invisible unless s/he chooses to be seen and then is so distinctly There and Startling ly there….this is working for that sense of it that i have.  I wonder if i should have used the Inktense Pencils    first   before the kantha????  Will they bleed too much into it?  and how will the thread,  that is silk,  receive them?  But, again,  can't know till i do it all….learning.  O so love Learning.

Reading.  Brainpickings.com  Maria Popova.    you can google it.  Already she has moved on,  but if you type Leisure in the search box you will come to her last post about Josef Pieper's writings on 

Leisure

Leisure.  a condition of the soul.

"leisure as a 'non activity'…an inner absence of preoccupation, a calm, an  ability to let things go, to be quiet.

In leisure, there is….something of the serenity of   "not-being-able-to-grasp",  of the recognition of the mysterious character of the world, and the confidence of blind faith, which can let things go as they will"

 

What if?

Last Wednesday,  when there was a day of not needing to go anywhere,  a day of just Open ness,  and that morning,  i was Out,  scrubbing the bucks' water tubs,  there was an inkling of this.  Of  leisure.  It was so elegant and soft and elegant.  Moments of it.  Elegant and Soft.

i am looking.  Trying to understand.

 

Walnuts on the stove,  steeping.  stewing.

 

can't get the pic right,  but there is a saddening of the original Bright

 

and on the right,  even a little more,  just subtle changes

Jude teaches….What If?……… and i had a sudden urge this morning.  What if?  so before i left for the Old Cowboy's,

 

 

this much and then i had to leave.   On the way back from OCB's,  i went to Jan the Dog Trainer's to see the kids that Tenzen sired with her beloved doe Joey and  Joey's young doe daughter Nutmeg.

When i got there,  Jan told me the shocking news that Joey had died yesterday.  When she came out in the morning to feed,  there was Joey.  Dead.  her doeling and buckling just standing there.  Joey had not displayed anything that would have indicated this.  ate normally the night before.  All we can figure is that the difficult kidding of the buckling who was not positioned well and also very large,  must have caused some internal thing that just took her.  The kids are 3 weeks old.

 

Joey's big buckling who i call Flash.

So,  talk.  and what we talked up is that if the vet will come and clear Sunny Ray,  Jan will take him.  He is a better buck for breeding with her Saneen/Nigerian cross  Neugat (sp. like candy).   She will keep Sunny Ray then  for at least 2 breeding seasons.  Beyond that is Beyond That.  But this is enough.  This would offer relief for old Gideon and i will bring a little wethered buckling Flash here for Gideon's yard mate.  

Nutmeg,  a first kidding doe is not being mean to Joey's orphans,  but she won't nurse them too, in addition to her own two.  So Jan is bottle feeding them.  MAYBE  MAYBE  MAYBE  i will take Flash sooner and finish him off on the bottle.  Maybe.

There is good news too.   A new Vet in Magdalena,  a woman,  who is willing to come down to this Valley.   She knows Goats.  Jan likes her a lot.

 

 

at Jan's.

 

Home and I like it.   I like it very much.  Deb Lacativa's damask,  here acquiring the sense of Leafness with the kantha

Mantis awaits the touch of the Inktense pencils 

What if is a Good Thing