windthread

just one full Rain Day.    Green.   green green and green   …..   all through the forest      my first thought was…Begin Again,  but then almost immediately I thought….no,    just    Continuing.    They have     Waited.   Still.   Still.    Waiting is not     gone.  They have Waited.    What is the lifespan of lichen,  moss?    "lifespan".    What is the lifespan of moss and lichen?

this is a branch I often lean against when I am caring for things at the Curry House…I lean against it and take care not to lean on the lichen    as  I did today       Are they    somehow singular and in Community?  or are they One?   Many more questions but this is a place to start.            

just two evenings ago.   Tonight,   dark.   Rain.

I thought of many things to say here.  but then,  just,    the words that Cynthia gave me….Gentle Day.    Yes.   Gentle Day.

go to Deb G's….Bee Creative…..her post….so Full and Soothing

a piece of cardboard.  pics glued.    it has traveled.    20 something,  maybe even 30…probably….30,   years.   the pics are from 3 beautiful small publications.      when I lived in El Cerro Mission or Los Lunas  and would drive to Albuquerque….at first for work and then later,  to the Food Co~op     i'd stop at the Airport…run in,   the information desk in Main Lobby   a shelf behind with pamphlets etc for visitors AND  these little    books.   like the size of paper back books,   Taos,  Santa Fe and Albuquerque  ART    Galleries.    Incredible pics.   I wish I would have kept one.  Alas.   But I have this.    to talk to me today about how long it's been since the black/white/black/white/black/white   has been in my life of Art.    that,   rising from somewhere as a child that I can't remember but know was there….those volumes of the Lands and People.   in them.   somewhere.   

one of the Janet Chairs.   The other is at B Garden.  

this one props the door open…wind….has been in place for months now.   Weather app says rain all night.   ok.   so it will be the first night of closing the door.   Janet Chair is released.  rain begins at 10.     the big transition.   Goats will have settled hours ago down at the curve in the road up….at Jack's corner.   When rain starts,  they will come….in the dark,  not their best time of day,  to shelter in the Rain House.   it has to happen.     

am trying to meet it with a different sense of Goodness.   it has to happen this way because of   ……..   because of planetary ritual.  For the months ahead,   Rain will seep and soak into this Earth…the roots of things.   Enough to ensure that life continues.  Not like N.Mex,  the summer Monsoons….the Ritual here is the Winter months of Seep and Soak.   The Oaks have waited.   Toyon, Pine,  Manzanita,  Rattlesnake Grass,   Madia,   Plantain,  mosses and lichen,  mushroom and fungus.  So,  tonight we Begin Again.  and I will try to find my place it it.   

it        feels     really good.

the "frame"   of the  2  "magic"  ribbons   came first.   Then….without thought,   this simple flower.   Nothing fancy,  just a very small drawing.   But it felt and continues  to      feel       good.    Comforts.     it comforts me.    One week from today,   the one looming unknown will be known.   One week from today,   from this dark cold early hour of the night,  I will go to sleep.    Sleep.   and wake to  know what kind of people I live among.    people.     human beings.  "Americans"…that's what we're called.   Through it all,    a flower remains a flower.   a lizard a lizard.   cat    dog   Goat   spider  worm    tree  moss  lichen  stone      They   without  drama    just    peace    a gentle ….Beingness  

he was adamant to home school grades 4 through 7.   this coincided with Covid.    he became distant in family get togethers.  Announced that he wanted to attend public school for 8th grade and did.   Seamlessly.   Is a freshman,  public high school with mid term straight a's  including honors English and math…except for one….an A+ in English.  

yesterday he wanted to make a pumpkin pie.   From scratch.    He did.   This is  his first pie crust ever.  He told Alyssia he wants to make my mother's No Fail Pie Crust together with me.   Apple Pie.

I am grinning.  Ear to ear.   

wind.    Wind usually flows,  rushes,   up….Up the road in.   But now and then,    it's Everywhere.   As today.   The Dragon chime,  the Swing,   the clothes on the Line       alive and moving    animated by presence of Wind.    I watch.    Feel it.     Grateful to KNOW it….how it moves upon the surface of this Earth.   There is crazy    Out There.      but here,  today,   there is Wind.   I am content at the truth of this.   

a banner.    strip of Toad egg Cloth….having taken this form in New Mexico.     Has been on Altar for all this time.  Asking for  inclusion in the Present.    we reconfigure.

the world through a fallen leaf         William Smith

 my church   my sangha  my prayer   my sacred and holy

leaf

 

have seen this over and over across time.   it's always there in the pics of the Round Basket,  Circle Basket.    and always,  Beauty full,  always loved since  Nancy sent  it????when??????    A long time.   

This morning tho,  was as if for the       First Time.    I felt the inside of it with my finger…so soft,   so warm   so gentle,  peacefull.  I want to            USE     it.    I want it to HOLD something…i'm not sure what….   I want it to be a part of this coming Winter season,  the Rain Months  this time around.   USE it.    I like very much the thought.