there is a lot of sorrow at B Garden. ? Is this true?
or, that's the word i give it in these moments. Am letting it all move and settle, move and settle….what is mine? What is the Garden? How can i come to understand it all. Would seem to be pretty simple but am not finding it so.
but what WAS simple…these 3 pomegranates. dehydrated. completely. perfectly preserved. but Their colors are ALIVE
i needed to go to the Garden today. Begin feeling the feelings i need to feel. but…putting it off, i picked up the pencil and
this
the mask is afixed to a stick that has that glyph language written on it…the glyphs like in my childhood, down by the creek, where i'd find those sticks with those marks just under the bark that to me were messages from my "true people. the Real People" indians. The message was always the same. "it's ok. Wait here. We will come for you." i've found those sticks everywhere i've lived. Even in New Mex…in the forest up at Magdalena. There's one on the table outside the door here.
I'll come back to it maybe tomorrow. See if i can make the hand that holds the stick. See if there's a sense of what i drew and why i drew it. I did go to the Garden. I did imagine myself walking down there holding the stick with this mask.
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so while we sat looking at that broken limb at Jack's place this afternoon, my own personal Tech partner Alyssia was thinking. She showed me something real fast that i did not absorb but at least looked at as a possibility, an alternative to giving up
and later this eve, we went through the steps on phone and i wrote them down and drew pictures i resent having to do this. There are many many steps and i do them on the phone. the alternative is
giving up
which means
giving up the Blog.
and i'm not at all sure that's a wise thing. I have given up a LOT. There is a lot of Space around me. I am floating. Waiting. Waiting and floating. Quitting the Blog would leave me unmoored. untethered. ungrounded.
for your sake. Please go to Margery's Blog Sharing Trickster's Hoard
the Pic i took the phone with me when for evening feed. To take a pic of that Tomato Plant by the hose connections. so, was in my pocket and…at the door to Curry House, There. on that water tub. This new friend of these last few weeks. And they allowed me to take the pic.
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batteries in those little "hand lamps"…. Light enough. more than enough, really. I love them
i see something that is the Most Wonder FULL that i have ever seen.
This. from Marti's synchronistic link in her comment.
Wildlife Photograph of the Year London Natural History Museum First Place
Shane Gross Vancouver Island, BC who snorkled through lily pads in the Wetlands. From 59,228 entries 117 countries.
i cannot express the exhilaration i might feel if i were in their midst and i think….a while back….the release of the Klamath River…returning Wetlands How this would now be recurring there…finally. The JOY of it.
Thank You, Marti
there's a feeling with tadpoles….i haven't been able to find it.
don't forget to tap
ADD ON
this is a couple hours later. I realize that these posts recently are kind of, uhhhh, lacking. But there's nothing i can do about that. Just is how it is. I won't make things up. If there's nothing, then, well….
so i'm here at the table and i nodded off. and then…a few minutes ago, woke . Listened. Checked the time. 9 something. Sat…listening. There is an OWL. just right here…in the morning tree. WHY?, too close…shouldn't be so close but is and i worry about Puppy. I breathe. Listen more and here they come…that pack of coyotes and Minnow leaps into action and barks barks and as has happened recently, the barks extend out into Howls, better even than the coyotes and that hound, the large hound that runs now and then is running tonight down near/far at the highway and baying. A plane overhead. I'm going to go out and walk.
don't forget to tap it so tadpole can swim
so, not only being sideways, it's the edit that matters….the Dark Light It's the door knob. a beautiful cobalt glass and brass.
Typepad takes it's time. Nothing today.
i've wanted to do this for i don't know how long…over a year for sure. 2 maybe? 3 even? There were also many straight pins collected over time that had to be separated out. A lot of dust and little particles, debris. The candle holder is from my childhood. I took one. Left the other for my brother. Washed with soapy water and then each one of these things. Dried each one. Finally. Took the time.
this might be a good pic for typepad
she put her outfit together. Note the boots. From a sale table. Finding her fashion statement. Cat leggings, metalic boots, butterfly backpack. Eclectic, right? and also the work gloves on the stump. i cannot say how much i love this human being.
i think so? 
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