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Care Full y  lifted this fragmented being off the ground cloth and It rests in the basket for now

THE BASKET…the very Wonder Full work of Patricia Spangler of  followingthread.wordpress.com  Her last post shows us Many and also two Cloths in process.  ALL so Fine.

added the middle layer of harem cloth and invisible basted to the back of muslin that is stabilized  on the hoop,  leaving all the Movement of the top Ground.  (Deb Lacativa)

began by split backstitch,  Jude Hill,  up the first shadowed uhhhh, depression.  Just began…to see how it felt.  But then….

but then, suddenly,  the thought to just very densely invisible baste the adjoining shadow area.  For any hope at all of seeing it,  double click.   This is with thread that closely matches the ground.

and then, just to the left,  a small area with a Very Pale GreyBlue.  Here i got Daring.  many invisible stitches, but also some that are just barely visible….   Again,  double click.     I LOVE THIS!!!!!!  and it Might work…many many many more stitches are needed to really be able to see if they can create what i see in my Mind.    And IF i do decide it works,  it will take close to Forever to accomplish, but still….i really want to do this.  The "singleness"  of each oh so tiny stitch,  up/through,   down/through is telling me something about the Story here.  Moments of a LifeTime.  Tiny.  Barely discernable,  yet shaping the Whole.

on the Wall

 

 

Paneer.   The consistency is not quite right,  i added a little too much lemon juice,  but taste is Excellent.  This from a gallon of goat milk from Dog Trainer Jan .  For anyone who has tried Goat Milk from the store,  PLEASE,  if you ever have an opportunity to get fresh raw  milk  locally,  Please try it.  It is the sweetest of the sweet pureness and joy.  It is JoyMilk.  

Maybe on the week~end………  Paneer Chole

 

Supposed to be a day of 
Whatever

but first thing,  the Old Cowboy NEEDS help interpreting his bank statement. EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeee I say, but go.  Got it worked out pretty quick enough.

Best Nurse Cindy calls from rehab and they are sending her home on next Tuesday.  After i hang up i find self Wondering…does your skull grow back together after they cut it to let the blood out?   Never thought about this before.

And there were more things, but it's Late and i can't remember now…OH!,  that it was Warm enough to just have the screen door open today but………..Tay seems to have grown since last Fall.  She wasn't feeling ok about coming in the hole cut in it.  So,  i sawed another inch for her,  it's wood, and she tested it and found it possible.  She's GROWN,  in these winter months!

and i finally was able to go back through the last few days of comments here.  How really Good that felt!  Yes.  really really Good.   I always read them as they come,  but times like this,  don't immediately reply.  Now i have.  re-read,  Replied.  Feels really goood.

it's finished and in the Shop.  7 Goats and 7 Crows.  And i stitched it with the Invisible "baste", Jude Hill, Spirit Cloth,  but invisible baste to me being Invisible Stitch.  There is DIMENSION.   with

each invisible stitch,  i gave just a so small amount of Tension,  and the result is, a certain very slight dimension which i LOVE.  Again.  Don't know if this is kosher in the Stitching World,  but i DO know that i like it very much….it becomes REAL to me.  And again,  the "meadow" of the Goats is cloth that is from Deb Lacativa as is the "moon".  Her work makes mine possible.

Here we are.  Transmigration.  I am excited to begin.  Looking….wondering…What If i left it on the hoop?  What if i put some harem cloth in the middle and What If i tried to maintain all these oh so beautiful Movements of the cloth?  First by the Invisible Baste and then,  what If i did some stitches in the valleys of it to maintain the sense of uh,  Density?  I want to Try it.  I have no idea.  But it seems to be Right…as how it might be,  when we at very first,  Let Go and begin to Fly Free…it might feel like this?????   Who knows,  but i like the thought,  the feeling……

Here, again,  the "Ground" is Deb Lacativa.  Oh how i love her cloths

 

 

 

computer is doing some really ODD things this morning.  So, if I suddenly am not here,  that's why.  Cross your fingers that it self heals.

 

that Coming In to My Own.

Work Away and the gifts from their Ethiopia trip were there….

this woven shawl made by the Wood Gatherers Weaving Coop.  Women who had in the past gathered fire wood all around to sell for a "living",  had somehow managed to form a Weaving Co op instead.  It's beautiful,  synthetic fibers,  but beautiful nonetheless. 

this clay Guinea Hen….even MORE BeautyFULL to me.

a long conversation with Granddaughter about Vaginas and Goats.  Here,  maybe more about Goats than  might be hoped,  but in keeping with Coming Into My Own,  an exchange that helped me get to a New and maybe Possible place with this Goat keeping????  

the dog trainer,  hardnosed Jan is adamant about NOT opening herds to the most vague possibility of disease.  And though i have always known things at some level,  i am now looking closely.  If you expose your Goats to one of the diseases that are common enough,  they are not fit to provide milk or cheese on any public level.  They are not suitable to sell or breed with others.   It happens quietly and to an entire herd.  It is passed on to any future kids.

So, here's the dilemma….i had said,  without a lot of thought,  to Kelly,  who took the two does with problem scurs,  that she could use a buck from here when she was ready.  That means the buck going there,  as TenZen did to Jan's   or the does coming back Here and me setting up a place to keep them till they got bred.  Either way,  this zeros out the Closed Herd factor.  Meaning nothing in/Nothing Out.  Jan tests all her animals  as needed.  Because she sells the lambs as meat and because she sells Goat Shares for milk.  She is meticulous.  And what she sells is CLEAN and Organic and Pure.  And she can guarantee that.  So i think.

She also has told me that before she asked me to test TenZen,…a significant expense…she called Everywhere trying to find a Tested Buck.  No Dice.  

SO.  trying to keep this as short as possible,  i am thinking aloud to granddaughter today…What IF?

What IF i could advertise,  like on Craigs List,  a Closed Herd of Purebred Nigerians…What if i could further be able to say that they were fully tested?  WOULD that come to be a possibility toward maybe breeding a couple of these does here and being able to make CHEESE but also be able to have their kids  Desirable to other milking herds…the kids?????

MAYBE.  a very BIG maybe.    THIS is very uhhh,  very   well, very Possible.  Thinking.

and i forgot…so am adding this…Because i had said that to Kelly,  i feel responsible for keeping my word.  If I don't want to let any of these bucks take that chance,  then what?  So i am in a HUNT for a Nigerian buckling.  This is the time of kidding.  I am trying to find a buckling for her.  I'll buy it and give it to them.  Keeping your word is critical.

I made a VAT of macaroni and cheese to put into containers for the Old Cowboy's freezer.  He will be happy as a clam tomorrow.

 

 

 

International Women's Day.  

I think.  I think about being a woman.  I think about being a woman in the United States of America.  I think about being a woman in other places around this Planet.  Woman.  Woman.  And i think how what was in the news,  or Google news,  as being primarily directed toward,  well,   money.  Women in the Marketplace.  If i were Queen of the world,  International Women's Day would be very different.  But I'm not,  so i won't go there.  I will simply stick with this thought i had upon waking this morning of Coming Into My Own.  I have been interested recently, in these "expressions" we have.  The last one was Time on Your Hands.  As in….if you have Time on Your Hands….and i loved imagining a visual of that, Time on Your Hands…

but Coming Into Your Own.  What might that mean?   She's coming into her own.  Easier if i think it as third person.   The dust has settled.  The silt is filtered down to the bottom of the water.  Things that were convoluted are now more clear???   She has learned.  Enough.  Enough to see the immediate path in front of her and know how to navigate that Path with ….sureness and joy…???  Is this it?   still "feeling" my way.  But i feel Good.  I feel that i am just very much O K

today,  i gathered up dog shit.  This is the BEST tool.   a small hand rake.  and instead of hauling around an empty Goat feed bag,  i just used a few plastic grocery bags.  And example of Coming Into One's Own…use what Works.  Easy Peasy.   The good thing of living in desert land,  the dog shit dries up quite immediately.  I have never had to do this before.  The little dogs had little shits.  Chinche,  being a medium dog,  i guess had medium ones,  but she was discreet.  Tay however is BIG and well….

So i snagged them with this hand rake and it was Great.  

I wasn't going to put a pic but then i came to this one,  plopped directly in the middle of a Feather Grass clump and couldn't resist

spent time looking at all the Places where i can PLANT the food plants

 

 

 

 

 

 

All these are Food Places

this is the old Child Buddha garden…flowers would be here.  So…Who Knows?  Sometimes it's been Great,  sometimes not.  But we are at that Edge again and just going, again and it is very Fine and Good.

this rock changes slowly.  Someday,   will SPLIT!  but not yet

 

the small basket…LOOK!  a Holder.  a needle holder…it's just beyond fine

i hold this basket in my lap.  my hands around.  Look at that beginning in the interior.  Her second day here.  The FEELING of this basket…of Substance,  substantial,  firm.  But also light.  Light.

Coming Into My Own.   coming into my own.

I stood long minutes today out under the Old Apricot Tree that was FULL of Bees and i stood there,  with them just less than an inch over head,  so close that i could FEEL them in my hair…I stood and closed my eyes and just listened to them,  to their Work,  for me,  for the Planet, for their Queen

 

 

 

 

 

 

totally separate   ?????…and why might that be?  like, really???

i spent some time today watching the Vagina Monologues….Eve Ensler.  Because of the On Being Interview with her,  which i listened to last evening.  It's funny,  as in odd,  that i never looked at them before even tho knowing about her work as it was On Going,  all those years ago.  And i looked today and watched and listened and found myself in a sea of wonder.  I have an ongoing conversation with my Granddaughter, Alyssia about who and what we are,  who and what Everything is and because of what she is studying in her college courses,  she shares that with me and recently part of it is how it is developmentally  correct for persons of my age to be going through this ReView.  This re evaluation of everything so far.  I love these conversations with her,  her 25 year old self.  I love so much how we actually have so much to say to each other.  

So just to put this here.  because it's part of yesterday and today.  and has me thinking

 

 

 

 

 

i used to name my own moons.  I'm going back to it.    Watching as more and more bees came.   And a question was SO answered…about WHY the Apricot Trees bloom every year,  when it is still so ify for them,  when most times either a late frost or the fierce Winds take their blossoms?????  Why???

The bees.  The bees are Awake.  the Bees are Hungry and NEEDING.  Old Apricot Woman here is there for them,  blossoming,  feeding,  giving.  Nothing else blooms yet.     Sometimes things go both ways and she is able to also give fruit which to her would mean seed.  And i VOW,  that if this year is one of those years and a pit takes root,  i will care for it as if it were my own child.  Gather it in and care for it to become a Tree of its own.

this.  This morning before first Light.  Maybe an altar cloth.  

and

HERE.  This is the work of the hand of Particia,  Following Thread  at wordpress.  I of course forgot to get the correct link words.  But,  Here.  Here.  

Here!

I LOVE this basket!!!  I have carried it around,  setting it here and there and it's wonder FULL,  here and there,  but where i love it best is in my lap,  held between my two hands….

 

looking this morning at the Wall,  thinking how much i have loved looking at these four Cloths  there,  with Small Joys and 7 Crows and 7 Goats so close to ready to Go,  i got ready for a Field Trip for Julie of Threading the Dog.

i loaded the transport crate and set out to Dog Trainer Jan's house where TenZen has been for just short of a month.   This is where i turn.  You can Google Quebradas Backcountry Byway and read the BLM site.   This is where it begins on this end.  It is extraOrdinary country.  Wild,  once you get into it.  It's where there is a herd of Mustangs still.  It's where i have seen pairs of Eagles.  Wild.  Once into it,  there is NO sense at all of human beings.  Nothing.  It is Pure.  She lives on the road that goes Into it.

along the road, the view to the West extends across the Rio Grande.  Soon,  that bosque will be green with the Cottonwood and  River Willow.

to the East and into Quebradas is desert scrub.  The only water there is that which falls from the Sky.

this is just inside Jan's gate.  It's a Cottonwood and Salt Cedar Forest.  She has a lot of land.  I forget how much,  20 acres at least maybe 40.  This is a place i might have chosen to live,  if I'd known  I could at the time, but I didn't,  and so I don't.  

it's a long way In.  When she knows you are coming,  she goes out to unlock the Pipe Gate at the road and leave the chain on it with a dummy lock.  When you get there, you get out and open the gate and close it behind you.

all this will be Green soon.  I'll come back when it is and take pics.  Everytime i have an exchange with her now,  i learn a new  "fact".  Last time i learned that she came from the City.  This time i learned that she has been here 7 years.  As a reminder,  she is maybe somewhere in her early 40's i'm guessing.   This is her solitary world.  Sort of.

 

 

 

 

these are her meat sheep.  I should have thought to look at their formal name, but i didn't.

these sheep SHED their wool.  Less than Wool Sheep,  but wool nonetheless.  You can see this happening on the body to the left.   As the sheep lamb,  they will go into what is called lambing jugs,  small spaces so they can bond.  Today she said it's the easiest time to comb off the wool and i am welcome to it.  She used to spin.  She used to make Felt.  It was part of her Dream but not now.  She makes her living as a paralegal in Albuquerque.  Things did not go exactly as she hoped so she has adjusted the hope and is Just Going.

This is Nougat.  A Saanen/Nigerian cross

 

 

This is Joey her Nigerian.  Who is continuing to give milk  into the second year after breeding.

These are Joey's junior does.  A year old.  the brown one is Spice and i don't remember the name of the little light colored doe.   Nougat, Joey, and the little does were TenZen's paramours for almost a month.  The young ones might not have been "ready".  Maybe,  but who knows.  Nougat is TALL..?  Joey was ripe.  So now we wait.  Watch.  Wait.

She had TenZen in one of the lambing jugs when i got there.  Had used her youngest dog to accomplish that and said the dog did very well and she is always now quietly suggesting training Tay to work the Goats.    Pointing out how a dog is better than another person.  I listened.

So,  i put the lasso on TenZen and we cajoled him to the truck and the transport crate which he hopped into with no comotion.  She followed me home and we came in to the yard, leaving the truck outside,  let Tay greet her in her more subdued frenzy and then asked Tay to "Gate".  Which means She goes to where the long lead is tied to the Middle Pen,  gets attached and Stays while the big gate is opened and the truck can back in.   Tay stayed OUT today for all this,  to watch.  She did very well.  In the past i've put her inside the house in her own house inside the house, the dog crate but today i wanted her to Watch.  Perfect.  Once the truck was in,  Jan and i lifted the crate out and then opened it…TenZen still with the lasso and i opened the gate to that buck yard where Nogal was watching from a distance away and after a moment or two, TenZen came out of the crate and into the yard.  Lasso off and he was 

HOME.

Home after almost a month.  Stinking of her doe goats.  And maybe potential comotion for Nogal.  But NOT.  NOT AT ALL.  They smelled each other and Tenzen checked all the feed bowls,  all his best itching spots and then went into the little shelter and layed down.  Nogal,  who has been lonely all this time,  checked him several times.  And went about his own day.  It was Soft.  It was just so much OK.   What might have been difficult between two buck goats as people constantly say,  WAS NOT.  Tenzen was glad to be Home.  Nogal was glad that his Friend was back.  Stuff was good.

Stuff was Good.

and not long into this,  i got a call from the Best Nurse Cindy from the ReHab place in Albuquerque,  and i'd not put this here because it was just TOO MUCH but just a week ago,  Best Nurse Cindy had been taken by ambulance from her home in Mountainair to Albuquerque.  A massive brain bleed.  The EMS people were unsure they could get her there in time.  But they did and this afternoon she called me.  She called me with a crevise in her skull that they cut to release the bleed and she is in rehab and her speech is a little sloppy but her MIND is functioning as it always is and she is trucking around with a walker and expects to be back HOME in the not too distant future and i

sat.

After it was all said and done.  I sat.  I sat inside Gladness.  That even for just This Single Day,  stuff is OK.  Everything is OK.  Maybe not forever, but this one single day was Elegant and Good and OK.  And  i was so so gratefull.