windthread

again.  remaining in 90's,  high 90's.  The tomato plants wait.  I remember being told that they will wait if they sense that they cannot support fruit.   Will just drop their blossoms.  Wait.  so we are

Waiting.

"They" say tomatoes will not set fruit over 85 degrees.  it's been pretty much in the 90's.   so…  ok and i think.  Tomatoes are pretty much a necessity.  What to do?   am thinking for next year.  

 

i repotted the little Fig a while ago and it has remained pretty Still till the last few days.  It's roots must have touched the new pot edges.  This new and elegant leaf and another forming.

"They" say it's going to be a rough winter.  In this pot,  i can bring Fig IN.  It's cold enough in here to let it hibernate.  Maybe winter well.  We'll find out.

 

Maybe it can go like this.   The Mantis is on muslin.

 

but first…kantha.   Got a little further than this,  but then now a Storm and not enough light for an updated pic and will kantha IN the muslin of the Mantis.  Have no idea if this will "work",  won't know unless i try.

 

Every morning i look at this over my left shoulder.  Maybe i should dust?

Gideon,  the year he came here….6/22/12   Gideon.  in my heart,  Forever.

after a week of Travis and Eddie taking on the Care of the old cowboy,  of me just going every other day for a while,  doing laundry,  talking to ocb,  but as an "extra",  i slow slide into the week end when the Colorado people visit him and i need to meet with them Sunday morning.

The August Dreaming is finished.  There is a sense of Exhale with this and also then,  a sense of a gap of sorts.  Maybe not a gap.  that is too defined.  More, a sense of a space. With soft edges.   Have no new cloth waiting.   

 

and then,  there are these.

 

the first touch of them to cloth, sitting on the bench infront of Old C's home….????????

 

this afternoon,  just on printer paper

 

brushed over with water.  They are very soft colors,  very organic feeling.  I like them.  Maybe tomorrow,  this Mantis on cloth????

 

i think this is enough.  More would just be more and more is really not needed.

In the time we call August,  the Planet of Earth 

sees itself in All that It is.

Like a Dream,  an imprinting Essence that is in constant Re~Creation.  A shared Dream of All beings,  all creatures,  all rocks,  all minerals,  all molecules,  ALL.  

This cloth is just a human perception.  Each entity would have their Own,  but All would somehow be the Same.

 

 

 

the other side

 

will spend the rest of this day

Out side.

a morning.  Slow and steady movement,  the Giving of Water to all the yard plant people

 

the huge gratitude for this Bell Pepper.  so hard to grow here but there are 4 plants and all have blossoms…this one….a pepper maybe the size of a grape.

 

Again

 

it happens every year.  I don't know their Other Form,  their B selves.  But they come and in no time the leaves of all the SunFlowers will be skeletal.

 

 

Washing out the Bucks water bowls with a scrubbie and vinegar,  all the while talking to Gideon who came to rest by the fence.

 

he likes to kiss.  Breath to breath.

 

and more stitching.   All the "petals" are stitched in place as much as they will be.  I think about cellular memory,  about the Dreaming,  that is like the blueprint of a sacred repetition and more recently,  epigenetics as described in the On Being interview with Rachel Yehuda.

How we know what we must become in this circle around.  August.

 

from another Point of view

Everything.  August is Everything.   A new bud,   a seeding bloom,  a Blossom.  Everything.  All at once.  How amazing.  How totally amazing.  Every year,  August sends me to my knees.

 

Windy,  so unclear.  Maybe in the morning, i'll try again,  but the first to blossom are going to seed.  Any day now the finches will arrive and one FINE,  oh SO fine morning i will hear that two noted clear clear flutelike sounding of the Wild Canary….this two noted sound so piercingly tender….  Any day now…i wait…am so so tuned for it

 

and back.   Back to stitching and breathing.   The deep satisfaction of this.  Breathing in,  Breathing out,  needle in,  needle out.   I love.  So Much.

 

Not really.  Care giver comotion.

 

from out in the garage…this small pad of paper on a shelf

 

 

Her.  from when i was small

 

the  young ones called.  Came.  to FIX the fence for the Back Oasis.  All other Goats went to the middle Place.   Except Snowbunny,  who officiated and watched and kept track

 

midway through,  she rested in her sand nest,  but still…..watched.

 

 i looked at buttons

 

 

 

 

 

 

they finished.  Perfect.    Tree.  Bush.  Safe.

there have been three insect beings that i have never seen before.  

 

this One

 

 

3 inches…antennae to butt

 

 

What an extraordinary Being….

First was in the house…on the window in the Room and i caught h/ir in a jelly glass and sent away OutSide.   But then,  when i pulled the Doe's water tub aside to empty it yesterday, …there s/he was.  Under the tub.  Why?   Still.  I don't think the pulling of the tub killed h/ir.  Maybe.  Yesterday,  i just walked away.  Couldn't think more.  No room in me to think more but today,  when i pulled the tub to empty again……..

 

i got a piece of cottonwood bark from that big stump and set h/ir on it.  Brought in and looked.  Looked.  Set on the wood stove with the Shakyamuni Buddha.   

What an extraordinary Being.  Tomorrow i will take more pics of it's wings, especially.  Glorious.  and for me…in this moment…a sign.  When my kids wondered about God,  i always would say stuff about how i have to keep thinking there IS some kind of UltraFineIntelligence of some sort that LOVES 

Beauty

Why else would there be such amazing and extraordinary manifestations????   There could just be  well,  brown insects that brown birds could eat.  Brown animals that would eat brown birds.  Plain.  Food to Food.

But no.

Not at all.  There is this just fantastic amazement,  Everywhere,  repeating.  WHY?????  don't know.  But it's something about BEAUTY.

Eddie asked if he could trim some low branches of Old Cowboy's tree,  said sure.  Since,  there is something i noticed on the yard there,  looked like maybe a wad of dryer lint and today i walked over to see….

 

 

Hummingbird nest.  I've never seen one in person before.   It's very thick and extremely soft inside.  I will look more closely in the morning.  This evening,  i am depleted.

so…the B side of the SunFlower as she faces East,  her countenance up lifted to Sun on the Rise

and the "magic" stuff,  glowing blue green.  Just be fore i left yet again this morning.  Just see it and go..and to all who by necessity work full time,  rise to leave to make their living each day,  i send Love because it is not how IT wants it to be.  We know that.  but we keep leaving.  Like i left today.

 

 

 

diamond and a dot.  Dot not there yet.  Waiting for soft and empty moment

 

two days in a row…there,  at 6 oclock.  Garden Toad.  BIG.  at the base of the cucumber pot.  second day in a row.  ok

 

i say…Please Wait!,  like last night and run for the camera and yes…waiting,  so ok.

How beautyFULL,  the eyes.  The PeaceFULLness the gentleness.  The willingness to Wait.

and FRAZy FORd….Done.

over in the right,  side bar and also be sure to note that you can click bottom right, Full Screen.

I watch this.  over and over and try to see what all,  what ALL i love about it.  Don't know yet,  but a reviewer said that it's " The Anthem for calling it quits".    It rose up again for me during this Old Cowboy time,  but really is only indirectly referential to him and that scenario,  but well…also applies,   in that it's a Claiming.  A claiming of self.????

"my joy,  my joy takes nothing from you"

what do these words mean for me??????????  my joy,  my joy takes nothing from you

those words,  but then…the All of it and i think,,,,,,How BEAUTY FULL are Women.  Watching them here,  how just so tenderly Beauty Full is womanhood.  the complexity of it all,  the complexity of Us…and including all of Us who appear here…women.  Women.  How we have so much.  And choose

choose

to Give it

and after the goingness of the giving,  we begin to Learn.