windthread

the time of Many Feelings.

When all that was    is done.   When all that will be     is unknown.   

As it goes,   YouTube gave me something.   i was not looking.  I could not have possibly looked because i had no idea.

The Tuareg People.    A Berber ethnic group traditionally nomadic pastoralists who principally inhabit  a vast area of the Sahara.  The Azalai is a semi annual salt caravan route practiced by Tuareg traders between Timbuktu and Taodenni salt mine in Mali.  Their observannce of the night skies indicate the time for milking goats.  Venus         Talernt  the she camel wakes up  Ursa Major .    Awara,  the baby camel goes to sleep    Ursa Minor.     Dailly things.   But then….those  semi annual caravans….      There is so much to learn.    

Here,    we are on the brink of a whole new chapter on the Hill         and simultaneously     the Tuareg People       live       as only they know how.    So completely different    and under the same night sky.     same stars.    Simultaneously.    What to think about all this?

just out of nowhere on the bottom of the To Do list.      Thank you,  pencil

typepad is odd tonight…but brought this and it's good because we often miss Sunny Ray.   The girls talk about him a lot.  Wish they could give him a peanut.

 

cursive.   One thing wikipedia says is that  cursive is a style of penmanship in which characters are written joined in a flowing manner generally for the purpose of making writing faster.        Not so much in the beginning.

working on a card to send my son's daughter,  Giana,   for the completion of her 11th year…embarking on the 12th.  They are in Colorado….far from here.

she draws.   you might remember seeing a post here with her drawing a while back.   

i'd gotten a book… Botanical Drawing   Penny Brown

for myself a while ago…and then,  i got one for her.   It's a lot for age 11 as it is really,    a lot for me,     age 78   but i will say words to her about how we can work through it TOGEther     Over Time   and       learn.   as we go.

i am her Goat Gramma.    we will need to draw some Goats.   

Magic Diaries Cloth     Jude Hill    N Mex    the Wall of the Room in the house  there.      Maybe 6 1/2 ft  x   3 something  ?   Big.  This is a print out from the old printer …pasted into the Drawing Book.     It's here,  somewhere,  the Cloth,    rolled up.   tucked in.  This is here because i have       homework     from the Gathering at the Well.

center top     the Lizard.    it's Jude's.   

i  want to stay here.   keep Telling about this one Gentle day.   Over and over till i can  say it "right",  till i see    it   "right",   know it for what it is,  for ALL That it Is….

that might be     days.      to talk to my mind about not pushing away,  but allowing and then     letting go    and  all the while, 

being Present

the words…..there is no hurry.     

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• To be fully Present.    and i was.   I lived    this day    with all my questions,  with drifting back through years and then imagining forward into what might come
• Over and over     letting this happen and then,  Over and over  the gentle strength of an ebb and flow  Wind would bring me around to be Fully Present in this One Gentle Day

pressed,  like flowers,   in the drawing book,   3 cloths    not sure what the intent was for this,   but here we are.

Jude told us,   all those many years ago,   told us      that scraps of cloth,  any cloth,   could be stitched together and tell a story.  

and even if the scraps were not "pretty",   they still could Tell.  because that,  in itsSelf was a story

since I don't know when,   my cloth,  the scraps,   reside in a Very Large Storage Bin    outside…next to the table that presides there.

at first,   with any hint of an Evacuation,   i would load  them  in the vehicle.      Then,  over time,  i didn't.   But they stayed…Very Large Storage Bags     on the bed     or    the bench across from me at this Everything Table.     Until they didn't and  i don't remember the Why of that.   I remember hauling up that Very Large Storage Bin from down at B Garden.

so,   stuff.   am thinking about stuff.   and how things have changed in the 6 years of being here