windthread

 

so….just above,   2nd pic,    is right now just numbers,  no pic…..so i imagine it.       Here we are tho,  me and Emrie in B Garden…hallelujah for school being out and her NOT gone off to Texas   and   me and her,   us ,   in B Garden    and we noticed that the Aloe has 2 children pushed up against her in her pot ,   Emrie  watered  them.  and we talked about her 9 other children ……pic above………that i've done   NOTHING  about   since repoting Her and plopping them into this large pot together   and she was  already gone when i went down again to finish watering and she'd moved the copper pot next to the Mother Aloe   and as i was there,   i saw a glimpse of green in a pile of pine needles next to…..brushed them  aside and

oh jeez

she has evidently sent out children from the drainage holes of her pot………………….eeeeeee………….

and i thought,  am thinking,   about some things Marti had written Early this morning that i'd so much like to put here   

because those things and what they set into motion for me have turned into    THIS DAY         Marti……maybe you can somehow put what you wrote this morning into a            comment          here?     could you?    or,   if not,    how could we do it?,  get your words over here?      could we?

waking from Little Sleep      opening eyes and looking    body still    just eyes moving     over ,   across the "room"  of the place i live    to the shelf of Altar      and there in the farthest corner      those Salt Cedar sticks                And i thought,         it was more like a sensation than a thought,         I  Thought/Felt      about those certain things  we   love with ummmm,  a certain Steadiness     a quiet steadiness    as years go  along     

these pieces of cloth.    like the Salt Cedar sticks.     trying to figure out what i can        do    with    them      at this point in time,   but then   really,    it's that thing of the steadiness of the love

 

something it's not?  and never can be?   just Going with what IS     

I DID IT!     That lower left corner….where it fell on the ground when hanging it up…..it'll brush off.   It wasn't easy but it wasn't hard.    It was washing a full size bedspread in a bucket.     soaked 2 days,    agitated on and off one,   4 rinses   but

i did it and i am         satisfied.    Things CAN be done.      I'll save the Walnut sheet for when Emrie comes for a sleep over.   She will see.     It can be done.     and,     "small loads"  of clothing….Easy Peasy.  I look forward to that next.

 

 

 

 

 

i was going to tell why.    But as i come to do that,     i think i'm  just going to leave it at this.    The first of what i am hoping to be many many more.   

Yvette is back HOME      YES!!!!!!!!

 

Later…..i have gone back and back and back….responding to responses…..what i

intend

to do,  each day

as i've said many times….i read comments as they arrive.  ALWAYS.   but then…..i savor them.   think about them.  Feel them.  and always

i think…at the end of the day i will respond.

but sometimes i have the excuse that the battery is low or that typepad does not allow    and those are true

but often it's because………i 'm   just     uhhh   not ready.   The comments need to marinate.      But then,  as today,   it becomes too long and i try to go back,    sometimes to particular things,   and i can't find them anymore…too much time has passed.   or,  typepad quits letting me.        So to say.    again.     I will try.    Because each comment i Feel.    …as direct.   You to me    and US.

 

her Heart is beating way too fast.       However you do……some kind of prayer

  I

 

 

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old wood bordering that last little bit of the front row of the B Garden.      I sat on the overturned pot inbetween these and the little  Fig  tree where it's shady,  coolest at that time of a triple digit day.    just looking at them….the marks  living beings had left from their life  there,   marks,   same as the ones down at the creek as a kid when i sat,   just like this then.   lost in the just looking.   and then

there was a lapse in time.    no longer associated with the past,   no thoughts of a Future….no    thoughts.    just    me    them.  

how long?

and then i was  "there" again and saw that Minnow had set her ball carefully against the toe of my crock.   and  i realized that the water from the hose nozzle on Seep mode had soaked the Fig.   and i realized that what i have been hoping to learn from Sharon Salzberg and Eckhardt Tolle is taking hold and i had been         fully present.    and it was time to continue on.

so….i sat here,   last night,   this laptop glowing earnestly in the dark,   me trying to think of how to say it       and i fell asleep.  Because it remains a dilemma for me….this being  "no real content"    for a blog…..i have no art i'm making,   nothing   Interesting                  looking at wood

This morning on NPR Morning Edition a segment about a healthcare provider,   a clinic in Georgia that provides health care only to the uninsured.    it's a FINE telling     and the chief financial officer ends it with this:    if they can't  pay you,  they bring you empanadas.  

these kinds of posts are my empanadas.

 

There was     the graduating 8th grade Ceremony at  River Bend Park in the morning.     i had to be out of here by 8am….Goats all fed and watered,  Minnow jailed  in her kennel      i thought i'd be there early,   but        there were SO MANY people there,  i found a parking spot at the very end of the very large parking lot…..my guess is at least 200 people   and as each name was called,  families whistled and cheered,   some families LARGE,   ours only 6  but we made Good Noise and best…..a voice called out,  loud  and clear……"I love you,  Son".      Julian Ortiz.   Graduating public school  after years of introverted home school.  Graduating      with Honors.    

 

at the turn on faucet for B Garden.     Where i first go,  coming down…..squat.    breathing     and turn the water on.  I stay a few minutes looking down ,   just looking from that vantage point on down the road,   down to where the Spanish Broom used to be        a couple feet in front of me ,  this pile of  wood.    Now and then,  recently   more and more frequently,    there is the  one on the left.    He pops up,  out from the pile and sits.    We     be.     He is different from the Friends at Jack's gate.   The ones i meet with every morning,   the ones that have taught me so much and teach me still,     Uno and Dos.     They are small in comparison,  slender.    This one,   dark and heavy bodied.  With Uno and Dos,   we meet every morning at very much around the same time.   I am reliable.  Always.   Every day.   Here,   at the faucet,   there's no particular time…it changes,    so would be more complicated for     us     to   establish  a friendship.   But it seems like we might be.   and today,   he brings a friend.     What it takes is      only the Present Moment     staying in it,    the Present Moment    of     NOTHING but what       is.    for as long as anything takes.   Being still,   and      Present.    Completely and utterly Present.    Just this.    I am grateful to them.

i  washed my hair OutSide today.    First time this Cycle.   There's  a handheld shower nozzle out there.   I used a bucket to sit on and had the shampoo and bar soap there,   wash cloth.   The water is warm from heating in the SUN in the PVC  that brings it up the Hill.    Tomorrow at 9 am at  Riverbend Park is Julian's Graduation Ceremony.   i'll be squeaky clean.   His father and wife have come from New Jersey,   i've never met her.   Janeen   Yaneen  i love her name.      He'll fly back with them for a month.   Short this time but good….gives us part of a summer here.  Time goes so fast.   High School next.

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