when i got home today from going for the Crow feathers at the Refuge, taking off the pics from the camera, i suddenly understood my world, my cloth. it's little wonder why it is how it is
this is the area of the prescribed burn that the children participated in yesterday.
a partial wing. breast feathers. a cloth of Jude's.
i want to work
but yesterday, when at the Refuge with the kids, we found something that left a mark of a life event. in the cleared area, at the water's edge, in the reeds and grasses, black feathers. coyote/crow or raven. the children were told not to touch these, so i couldn't either. but todayi need to go back.
this cloth is going for a visit when it's done. along with a few others. and because it's going where there aren't cloth people, i've become more Care~Full with some of the very loose weave. am finding self thread weaving with the invisible basting. This is causing yet another very deep layer of intimacy with the cloth. yet another very deep layer of Love.
just pics.
wonderful surprise at the Farmer's Market last Saturday. Tomorrow it will go into the earth, near the Yerba Mansa.
Horseradish
in the mornings, it's this landscape that i study…Cindy's beauty full shawl
and in this moment,
i think it will stay this way.
this is last eve. it happens this way sometimes…there was no tweaking of the pic…it's just how it was
and so early this morning,
this one of Jude's…Jude Hill, Spirit Cloth
and where we begin today:
it began with the Post of 9/19 Going somewhere I need to go.
it has sat on the wall since. through the grand finale of an election, through destruction of Jude's part of the world, on going. and the other day, it came down from the wall and sat on the table. then, a phone call during which an interview with Joanna Macy was mentioned: On Being with Krista Tippet A Wild Love for the World. and the grief broke, like a fever.
"There's absolutely no excuse for making our passionate love for our world dependent on what we think is its degree of health. Whether we think its gonna go on forever. THIS moment…you're alive."
where now, What now?
so, the grief is faced. acknowledged and allowed. Now what?
i will just work to tame them. to let them tell me how.
These last three posts go together. i couldn't make it happen. but they need to be here, as witness for this week when i learn MORE about Waiting and Allowing.
figuring out the winter greenhouse frame
Compost. 6' x 30' watered and turned.
several times this eve for a cohesive Post, i give up and will just post a Journal page.
Cloth:
cutting blanket for door cover
Pair ing. a Moth
the cushion for the Butterfly X Lost at Sea chair half finished
HeartHouse…re: Dee Mallon's words
