windthread

some quiet storms,  breezes,  Mockingbirds feeding their 4 young in the dead Russian Olive,  Sunny Ray copping an attitude but stopping just short of not good,  doe Goats frisky,  things growing,  things dying.  a day of Mercy all around.

 

just Putting things.  I would carry the pods all around,  put them in every photograph, their Beauty is so overwhelming to me

 

this is the Fruit Beetle that all those Big White Grubs of last year's compost turn into.  I like to call them Flying Olives.  They are the size of an olive.   There are SOME now.  From that bumper crop of grubs last year,  i would have expected zillions.  But i clearly don't know much at all about how it goes.  Only some.  The Birds eat them.  This one just died for whatever reason to the right of the back porch.  Ants are  eating it.

 

the Underside

no particular reason,  but i did.  On the back porch.  They took turns on the porch with me,  but Mercy took the most turns.  It's how she is.

and i finished a 4 page letter to my friend Wendy   (from 7th grade)  who lives in Detroit.

 

and i want to put this here AGAIN because i want to remind to double click it…just so Elegant a Being,  this Plant

 

adding a couple things.  This could go on for ever,  the adding

 

and i could add more.  It might be more "finished" in an orthodox sense,  and yes,  the commercial cloth IS beauty FULL,  but am thinking i want to wait until this year's walnut vat is working and maybe i would really feel best about that.  I think so.  So, i'll wait.  Check the walnuts out this coming week.

 

changed this around many ways,  but no matter,  it's still a Blue that isn't a blue that i can be ok with.

 

the rocks, i love

 

a piece of cloth from Patricia,  to me, a Moth

 

Yes.  ok.  Yes.
 

Tay and Chinche experiencing the 4th of July in the United States of America.  Fireworks.  Consuming alcohol.  Loud.   I guess Happiness???  who am i to judge?    But animals,  dogs, Goats,  become uneasy.  

a Perfect day, really.  How i would wish All days might be.  CLOTH DAY.

that began with the Annual Native Sunflower Ritual,  here at an odd angle,  but i liked it

 

 

 

 

a Fiesta of Sorts

 

but then,  in the midst of stitching,

 

i went to get this.   This is a Cloth i bought from Jude Hill at the "beginning".  Near the beginning of when i found Spirit Cloth.   It is BEYOND an extraordinary work of art.  At the time,  i was stunned by it.  I still am.

 

i looked today.  Years have gone by.  Here we are,  Together.  Me,  what i've learned and made from it.  Different.  but Of.

and i found this.   a few days ago,  i'd wondered what happened to it.   It was in the drawer.   Of all the cloths,  this is one that is a Self Portrait.

 

 

I'll finish it and send it to Grand Daughter for her birthday.  Her Gramz.   I am approaching my 70th birth day.  This is me.  Old.  Finally.  I am Old…soon…not till November,  but that is soon.  So here we Go.  Into Oldness.

 

and Deja Vu,  exactly one week since THE STORM,  another,  from the East again.  Climate Change showing it's face.  This time not so severe,  more familiar with Great Lightning and Thunder…then rain.  But not the Crazyness of before.  I stood at the door watching this time.  Dogs and cat alert.  I said…ok then.  This is the best we have to offer here.  We can think of nothing better to Do or Be.  Here we are.  

This years pods from Doris' Snake Tree,  the Locust.  These,  it seems,  my favorite colors.

 

Close to finished.  Here,  on a backing of commercial cloth that i lucked upon at the Thrift Shop.  Tho commercial,  it is also very grand.  Do I????? 

don't know.

we'll see.

Old Cowboy Day again.  Only the afternoon tho.  Morning, many small small stitches.

the last of the Eggplant.   From seeds,  planted indoors in late February.  Many didn't germinate.  Those that did,  dwindled.  This was the last and only.  Afraid to put it out because of so many kinds of "weather" but finally did the other day,  after the STORM,  in a large landscape pot that is some protected from constant SUN.   It's ONE single original leaf is drying away,  but it has two new ones from just being Out for days.   I hope for Mercy to be allowing

cucumber in near pot.  All of the direct seeded were eaten.  This one more Try in the pot.  Looks hopefull, doesn't it.

Dark Dark Sky.  Storm coming,  has just fallen over the Rim into This Way.  But a familiar Storm from the West.

these are just thoughts that got written down as they came.  Pretty much one sentence at a time as i worked with this Cloth through the day.  Thoughts about Mercy

Mercy …not directly connected to anything…but naturally occuring,  like "air".

the two words,  Mercy and Grace are associated with Acts/Actions/Responses in human terms,  but this is not how i am thinking.

Maybe Gravity might be the greatest Mercy for this planet.  That it IS,  first,  and that it Continues.

Mercy might be the spontaneous occuring of Everything.   Of Everything we know to "be".

Mercy is larger than Everything but also OF Everything.  Mercy is unknowable.

Mercy is indifferent,  just Occurs.   And this reminds me of Trungpa talking about Basic Goodness, but in this case,  not even "goodness"…just a basic What Is.   "It is not for or against, in the same way that sunlight is not for or against".

It might be good to look for examples as they arise.  The first of which might be that storm last Friday.   That simply manifested   out of  a combined set of specific atmospheric conditions.  Maybe the storm was in itself a Kind of Mercy that allowed discharge of wild atmospheric phenomenon and still let Life live?

I'd like to let my sense of a "Self" as an entity separate,  become a part OF.   No separation.  The Micro Burst,  us here,  just parts of the One movement in time.

thinking about Grace and Mercy….to me….Grace is a benevolence.  Mercy tho is of nothing,  is Wildness,  having no "relationship" to/with….but incompassing All,  or  CONSISTING OF ALL.  All known and All unknown.

I watch the Sam Baker video.   Mercy,  in that it all "works".  Over and Over and Over…continuing,  or in our words here in Jude's Cloth world,  just going.  Maybe it's the Goingness.  Maybe Mercy is just Life its self.

All the above,  just Wonderings.    I still haven't gotten to the "core" of the Wonder.  

small changes that took all day

 

 

 

 

 

 

if you look to the right on this page  there is now a UTube with Rising Appalachia….it's the UTube that Jan sent in a comment yesterday.  I know this "song" with Sam's words for a while now.  And to listen to the Sound of the "music" only with the images of  Simone Lipscomb….a whole added 

Dimension

i don't know yet much about this Cloth.   But when i lived through the last some days and then listened to this UTube i was/am so quiet deep IN to the sense of Mercy.

What IS Mercy?

Mercy.

 

the most loved Goat born here's name is Mercy because i had not planned to love her at all.  She was one of the last of the many born that first spring and i had little to give at that point.  Was worn out of love.

she was a doeling of Onday and the story is so long and i am tired but she was caught by a hind leg in a piece of plastic rope, hanging by that leg and long story short,  i bit through that rope to free her, still expecting her not to live but she did and she is Out There now,  named Mercy   the name she knows and comes to.

so i am going to think about this word Mercy.  This construct.   Mercy.  it's about a Lot that goes on in the day to day.  It's a LOT about the skies recently,  the crashed fence,  the fierceness on my own part to FIX things to keep us safe,  maybe really,  to keep my Heart safe,    And i am thinking so much more.  Will stay with it for awhile,  what Mercy might be.

and maybe,  if you listen to the Utube,  maybe you might have thoughts too

 

the celestial sphere.   atmosphere.   Sky.  

 

the New 12 ft of fencing,  give or take.   It was the Old 12ft of fencing that smashed me into the mud.  I was Under it.    So,  it was a matter of being squashed.   Goats.  save the Goats.   Squashed.

so,  Alz. B's son Bill.  He likes to run things on the edge.  Was coming   "any minute"  for hours.  I tried to keep Goats here or  then there in order to make it easier,  but to no avail.  Between imminent storm and the neighbor's fireworks,  they would not have it and broke through two attempts to contain them until i just finally gave up and let it go.  Late evening,  just before he arrived,  STORM came again and so some rain to begin it and they ran into the Albatross  and i ran too,  closing their way out.  Stuck.  They were stuck.  But he DID arrive and with him was Allan,  his neighbor, who i also work for,  and we began.  Overhead,  or,  as we call it,  SKY,  

moved

whirled,  churned,  lit up and was beyond Grand.   We worked,  cutting and digging and moving over and screwing in,  and the

SKY

i cannot tell you.  There is no way to say it.  Above,  in all and every direction was Some Kind of Sky.  Different,  in all directions.   At one point just Above,  in NorthEast

 

These are Mammatus Clouds…Mammary Clouds  that i have never seen before.  You can google this.  

Other directions GRAND DARK and BRILLIANT LIGHT clouds with LIGHTNING.  This kind of atmospheric phenomena is called Micro Burst.  You can google that too.  Micro Burst.  Can drop an ordinary Airliner from the "sky".  

The turbulance.  Up There above me,  struggling here  on my little rim of this Earth.

I am humbled.

on Friday,  when it was HERE in full force of what it is,  Tay and i were trying to KEEP  what we know and what we love …. Safe.   Yet

we were at it's Mercy.  and i know that that is just a word…mercy…..there is no Mercy….there simply is….Sky.

and so it goes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vitex.  Chaste Tree.  Blooming very late,  yet…blooming.

 

 

Black Swallowtail Butterflies…soon,  just not yet.

 

 

a very unusual storm,  from the East,  which "never" happens in warm months,  but…..

A large section of the Doe Middle Pen fence went down with me under it.  Banged up.  Me and the fence.  It was hailing.  I was afraid for the Goats and wasn't thinking right.    Neighbor driving by  helped me wire it back together for the night,  tomorrow i'll find Paul.  It 's going to take some time getting  things back  together.  So….for now,  Until,   i will need to be  Out There.

May you be Safe…..be happy……be healthy….May you live with ease  till then.   Love, me