windthread

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.     

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.