windthread

i've been waiting for something.   some  thing     since giving up cloth.   and then,   the death of the Garden.  It's been a difficult summer.

have been uhhhh,   at a loss.     But steadfast….the Lizards have/do  Teach me well.   

  

Wait,  they say.   Look     until you    See.     Things take time.

 

and as if to be sure I understand….THIS morning,  at Jack's gate….after long waiting,   Uno appeared.   and THEN… Dos!  Dos,  who has not come for a long time now….but THERE,  this morning,   skittering up to join Uno

and I came back and as it happens,   You Tube gave this out of the blue….   The Forgotten Language of Drawing  Jim Lockey Tedx folkestone

I had drawn these images …..   they came without asking,   just came.   An eye.  an ear.   and then…….  some Things    I see it's an attempt to see the           Brilliant Mind of the Universe 

he says…paraphrased…. drawings are marks that become vessels,  containers of ideas.    drawings,  ideas we might not even have words for

so…maybe this.   maybe I can be    drawn in     .   maybe re energized…..

      

 

 

exhale.    

in this moment,   this present moment,   which is  the  only moment,     All is Well.      

for about a half hour,   then,   she'd had enough.   But now and then she invites herSelf.  is insistent.

 

Later        i come back.    I should say her full name.   Puppy Merced Hill.

i want to write about what it is,   B Garden,   what was lost,   it and me.   I thought this morning i could but then i'm here tonight and it's just not going to happen.   So…here.   these stones,  yesterday when i went down and sat there ,  long.   just the water flowing from  the hose that is finally flowing but still leaking,  still leaking……"everything" is gone…..but the stones.  and really, B Garden is

stones

like everything here is,   this Hill.   Rocks,  stones.  Granite      There's a term…top soil…..      There's really NO top soil here even though it is hundreds of years old.   ?????        i still   haven't     Taken the Time     to research Why

and i have taken  bucket and bucket of  scrap hay and Goat manure there ,   layered it on     to create     a     Garden.

Nisargadatta,  in the "blue book",   I Am That   told me years ago…..     Do  not cause.

i did not heed.   I caused.    and am on the brink of    causing again

 

 

 

an Email from Typepad Help Ticket     

"Our tech partner was able to guide us to a solution and in our testing rotating images after upload works again.  Can you confirm if it is working for you now?   Thanks, Laura"    YES   the two EASY STEPS.   Rotate.  Adjust contrast.     compared to     10 steps with the Phone that Alyssia taught me.    !!!  so Yes.   it is FIXED.    I am grateful to Typepad for  this.   in a world that seems to  demand change,   they found a way for me to rest easy in      EASE.     And…And…. I know now what i can do when it feels like the End of the World….i know now that phone fix.    So,  tonight….All is Well.

and as i drew more today ,   i understood the Mask to be a way for me to SEE   a     feeling.   and so to understand it more.  i am a visually oriented person