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Laundromat with all Winter season stuff, finally.

Buy a cell phone.

So i can receive the Alert from the Medical Alert company that i ordered for Old Cowboy today.  The as seen on TV….I've fallen and i can't get up kind.    But here, he presses the button and the new cell phone rings here.   Peace of Mind.

Discovery of a secret breech in the perimeter….Rabbit entry/exit.  Tomorrow, chicken wire.

and what is the Antidote for a kind of eeeee day????

GOAT LOVE

Lucky Star itching her belly on the septic thingy,  she goes round and round

 

 

 

 

 

 

and Celia,  who was so loving as a baby but then decided she wanted to be a Wild Goat,  like Just Going,  Arctica and Karma….but who suddenly in the last couple weeks has RE Decided,  Changed her mind,  for reasons known only to herself and now wants to be a Love Goat again.  Here,  she is wearing her food as a hat.

Goats.  The antidote for Everything.

 

this morning when i got up it was 58 degrees.  A soft night,  a beauty FULL night,  and today, a softer day…some Wind…

And i should say.  There is no humidity.  There are no biting insects.  It is a completely benevolent Land.  Both day and night.  A person can move around in it,  in the dark even,  and it is benevolent and loving.

many small things.  small changes,  small stitches

 

a perfect and incredible Moon,  a Deb Lacativa Moon.  If i had told her about this cloth,  if she had seen it in its going so far and if i had  asked her to make me a perfect Moon,  it would have been THIS Moon.  But as it was,  it was in the basket…waiting for the moment it is needed….and of course,  on her blog in the last day or so,  some floss she has dyed which is perfect AGAIN for this Moon.  I will wait for it to arrive.

How things go.

the warning has begun to appear,  under the Seemingly Innocent,  the actually Ignorantly Innocent

stitched in place.  as far as i know.  This cloth will take a lot of looking.   Once again,  i am finding self drawn to these incongruent scraps.  I wonder why,  a little,  but more,  i want to find the way that they can work to tell the story of Wolf.    I didn't choose them to be together here,  they came together and just were about Wolf.  

so stitched in place,  mostly in the heat of the day.  It has become summer.   Inside the tin house it was 102 today.  I guess time for the Swamp Cooler but i always put that off so long,  as long as i can,  just soaking in the heat.  Which if you are still enough mid day,  and the oscillating fan is repeating it's mantra,  is really very loving.   Mornings are elegant,  evenings slowly let the heat go.  Nights are Fine and cool.  So just Mid Day.  All of the four leggeds rest then,  seek shade, and rest.  Stitching is like resting.

gone most of it,  the Old Cowboy,  he wasn't happy.  He wanted more than i had to give.

 

Before i left,  i took these pics for Tina because she asked.

the lizard behind the Live Trap pic of yesterday

 

She is the Spirit that holds us together here.  Above and around her is a piece of Yvette's so delicate and so fierce silk and felted wool

 

 

the young Goat isn't yet stitched down.  Maybe never will be.   It's about 4ft x 14".

 

on the Wall.  Ready for Tomorrow.  How much i love Tomorrow…only one night away.

 

AND I FORGOT ABOUT THE TRAP, THE RABBIT…see how it is?  ….What is critical in one moment is forgotten in the next…………..

Yesterday morning i did not see little rabbit but got the trap nonetheless.  Last eve couldn't figure out how to Use the trap so took it into town today,  back to the Feed Store and she didn't know either but i snagged 3 young men buying Hog Feed and got them to help me figure it out  which they did because they knew.  But this morning,  before i left,  went out to look for little rabbit and nope.  Not there again but who WAS there was the big feral tom cat,  the yellow one,  who i see now and then and he was on a fence post until i came out and he ran and Tay ran her perimeter after him.  I believe he is progeny  of my old Tom Cat,  Lion,  in spanish, phonetically,  le own,  who cared nothing for house mice but would drag home rabbits through the pastures and chili fields and fling them on the porch steps.  So…i think this was the way with little rabbit.  We'll see.  

 

 

gone most of the day.  Before i left,

 

 

looked at the Magic Diaries Cloth…the tree that is central and that is made of Kantha,  which i suppose isn't Really, Kantha,  it it's pure sense,  but is what i know to be.  And how it worked here to say Tree,  to say Tree as in the Desert Willow,  the meandering branches….i loved stitching this and i love looking at it now

 

Once home,  i looked at the Wolf Cloth,  ways i can do it,  not easy because of the incongruent shapes of the weave and then the Other,  i never remember the name of it,  the kind of eyelet stuff,  but both need to be there and how can that happen…..so looking.

 

and then,  from the feed store.  Tonight,  after the Doe Goats have migrated their last migration for the day to the Middle Yard,  i will put this.  with carrots,  lettuce and spinach,  out in the Way Back.  Hopefully,  in the morning,  the little blessed being will be full and ready for a ride.  The plan is for Escondida Lake.  Quite Far and Far enough.  But i'm thinking, as i write that,  maybe Near would be enough and really, more familiar?  Familiar.  Familiar…hmmmm.    I will plug up the hole,  so, maybe Near might be kindest………………

 

 

Looking.  The first "mask" as Jude taught us….on Magic Diaries Cloth

a print out,  to see how it might go….a cloth for M1130

i think about Metta for Wolves….May you be Safe,  be happy,  be healthy,  May you live with ease…for wolves,   to be afraid of people,  to RUN,  not look.   To his mate,  F1305,  May you be safe.  RUN.

 

Hollihocks.  I forget,  all the time.  I have stolen THREE things,  not two,  but Three.  These are multigenerational hollihocks from seeds i stole from Georgia OKeefe's garden at Ghost Ranch.  So these,  the Janet Chairs and Time.  Three things i have stolen.

every small stitch is stitched.  All that's left are the hanging tabs on the back.  Yesterday,  i could not have let it go.  Today…yes…and i think about this.  Why keep things in the drawer?   I suppose i can change things out on the walls,  which there are such small space of,  but really,  i like Other people's work on the walls,  the minimal space of walls here, and so….let it fly.  And that is the Beauty of the blogging as it goes.  I'll never forget.

so tonight and tomorrow i'll look long and close about What it IS with this Cloth, remembering and taking it into other Cloths that are yet to come.   It can go into the shop and feed Goats.

The Thing here,  the "mask"  was from back somewhere in Jude's online workshops.  I don't remember when,  but somewhere near the beginning.  She taught this.  The Cutting Out of center.

this cloth is from that time of weaving and cutting.  It's been in the drawer for years.

so,  looking,  what IS it about this cutting out?  I want to keep the knowledge,  try it again,  see if it works again.  Will it?  and What exactly does it DO?  What exactly does it Give a Cloth?

if i try to repeat it, will it work with the same energy as This?   or,  is This a Once In a Lifetime Cloth?

will need to Just Go.

this showed up on the Wall a few days ago for no reason

this i put here a few weeks ago with joy

this from our junky ass paper of May 28th….it comes out once a week now,  down from twice.  They have killed him  M 1130  the partner to the Mexican Wolf,  our own F 1305,  who was taken from the Rim Pack to breed with a more genetically diverse male.

They were released April 21st.  She was/is pregnant.  He is now dead.  On the 17th and the 19th  he was seen in Catron County here,….Looking.  He was looking.    Mexican Wolf Interagency Field Team was given permission to try to remove him from the wild.  Authorized capture methods included trapping, darting and lethal take.  Less than two days for the trapping and darting before the lethal take.

so maybe this cloth is for him,  M 1130.

Desert Willow have begun to bloom

 And the rabbit.  I chased the young Jack rabbit out this morning.  Filled the space in the gate with rocks.  Now we have the cottontail.  Live trap.  Maybe i can borrow one or maybe i need to get one but live trap.  Rabbits won't work here.

Rabbit.  This morning.  Again and i went out and chased it around the East side of the Oasis and it made a cross yard get away through a small space at the hinge of the big Way Back fence.  Good.  Out.  OK! and i collected some rocks that would fill that space just right,  too  heavy for a rabbit to push.

Turning,  a Surprise!

a Flower Garden of sorts!

 

PINK blossoms

 

and PURPLE!  Look how cracked the soil is.  There is NO WATER back in this part of the Way Back other than falls from the Sky.  But it evidently was enough…for a Garden of sorts.  Which Wind, i wonder, had deftly carried and scattered these seeds?

 

i worked away an extra day today and when i returned,  went out for a Rabbit Patrol and LOOK!  The Pinks are really a kind of daisey!  So this Places version of Jude's beauty Full Place in Long Island.  How Beauty FULL that we bloom together in our own way……………..

But back to the R word.  After marveling at the Garden,  i turned again and what did i see????  Another rabbit.  This one very small and not a Jackrabbit,  but a cottontail.  ACK.   I went back and pulled the rocks away and then took off after This rabbit which ran, without hesitation,  to a small space that is open to UNDER THE HOUSE.    It knew where it was going. 

A while ago,  while i was on the phone to Greatest Nurse Cindy, i was looking out and there it was.

So small,  innocent, sweet,  inside the Oasis,  Goats all around  eating grass and weed tips through the fence,….right there….and small rabbit among them,  and it comes out and sits in the way only a rabbit can sit just inches from Goat hooves and they  look down and sniff and snort like they do and he sits.  All Happy.

Happy.

The final round of the Metta is 

May We ALL be safe.  Be Happy.  Be Healthy.  May ALL live with ease.

so i think.  But there is an entire field of alfalfa just across the road.  There is a ditch flowing with water.  There are so many great places for a Rabbit.    Why here?  for the first and only time in 20 years?  

I let it go and worked more on the cloth which has totally captured my Heart.   How I am LOVING this Cloth.  With each stitch,  invisible,  i love it more.    

 

how the very Old and Soft linen that is the High Desert Meadow After Rain is so  so  sensual just as a high desert meadow after rain IS.  

This Cloth is BEAUTYFULL.  And i say that,  not having an iota to do with me.  Nothing to do with me.  It chose its Self.  It IS its Self.  There are only two stitches…the running stitch of the Kantha and Jude's Invisible Baste.  Nothing much,  but oh….oh……to me it is so so BEAUTY FULL.   a couple of moments i've thought it "should" have even just a Sun or a Moon because it is so Plain,  but NO.  It's the plain ness that is IT.  Nothing Needed.  Earth and Sky and then all that is Ever Present Around,  circling Around.  Available…all that is Ever Present and Available.  

so….Happiness, Right?  Wendy's Children.  To become Safe enough,  to someday find that there are Things just Available to them,  just There,  and if they can become Safe enough,  they can reach out….take something…try it out…..find out that it's Theirs Too.  A piece of Sky.  A piece of Earth.  A Color.

 

 

 

 

Journal:  the Epiphany…the Visualizing Sitting with Salzberg,  understanding about Happy,  about "being" happy but not identifying it as happy.   hence,  the difficulty with May I be happy.    So GREAT.

i cut it.  First thing this morning.

 

and more.  And getting this far,  i knew i was going to want the pieces to Fray.  so i pulled edges with my fingernails,  no,  and  tried to undo the weave with a needle,  no.  It's linen and i realized how little i really understand about linen.

next was to wash it,  see if the washing would loosen the weave in a different way  but i had to do it by hand and i have no dryer which can sometimes change the edges of things.

drying on one of the Janet Chairs

i thought all was lost.

 

first,  there was too much of the All That IS coming into the center.  Ok.   and then,  the edges of the Circle…no fray,  but i invisibly basted close together and all around and then as i was looking i rubbed the edge with my finger which was wet from washing my hands.  The fibers kind of curled back and   it's Great!  I had been thinking:  I will NEVER use linen again,  but i like what it did and i can just know that it won't Fray, like cotton.    MAJOR LESSON.   

It is GOOD.  it is another Metta Cloth.  the second one.  OK.   Happiness.

right in the center,  just at the top edge of the shadow behind the laundry baskey,  a shape.   A young Jack rabbit.   First time ever.  Not good.  I hoped it would just Go the way it Came but again just a while ago,  still there.  So i am doing this now and then staying Out the rest of the evening.  Going to see if i can close off the Corridor so i can let Tay back there.  Maybe.  If it stays there,  it will eventually come through the Corridor and into the Front where the food gardens are and that would be the end of that unless Tay could chase it out someway but that also might be the end of the food gardens if she runs through them after it.  

 

 brainpickings.org   Maria Popova

An Animating Presence:  Dani Shapiro on the Quest for a Connected Consciousness.  The art of holding up one's own end of the dialogue.

Dani Shapiro's book:  Devotion.  a memoir.  and in it,  about her experience of Metta Meditation with her Teacher Sylvia Boorstein.  

"after a little while,  I became troubled by the question of prayer.  Who was it directed to?"

Boorstein explained that rather than metaphysical sorcery,  the chants (Metta)  are meant to channel our deepest wishes.

"What did it mean to fervently, wholeheartedly name a desire?  To speak out of a deep yearning…to set that yearning loose in the world?  Could a wish be a less fraught word for prayer?…maybe it wasn't about who, if anyone, was on the other end,  listening.  Maybe faith had to do with holding up one end of the dialogue."

 

 

the kind of Weaving i feel Good about

Again

 

just looking

and More

 

more kantha.  And no,  Mo,  i don't stitch till my fingers bleed,  but i DO stitch till my left eyeball feels like it wants to fall out.

I wanted so MUCH to cut it.  To cut the center.  But i haven't and will Wait till tomorrow.  But the kantha is/was enough to hold the fibers of the linen in place.  Tomorrow.

 

 

i worked on the Fence